Systematic Productions

Systematic productions
Video Hypnosis
Cranked out
Since the beginning,
Rhythmic pulsations.

Pull me out
Of this drowning mass
Need to be saved,
Hope for a release
A plea for anything
Anything that flies.

Desert Sky
Enriched with gold
Textured Sky Mass
Produced by forces
Shifting and flowing.
Chaos and Collisions.
Molecules kinetic.
Motion.
Liquid.

Felt like I was water.
Felt like I was melting
Buttery and soft.
Touch me and I collapse.
Intruding finger.

Hope to see the day
When all will go away
Save the glistening crystal
Truth.
Face to Face
Fear to Fear
Lines direct me to you.
Nothing no one.
Only you exist.
An abstraction no longer.
Nothing behind closed doors
Everywhere I look
I see it standing there.
Played out in every action
Face, gesture, hand.
Ay! Anything one can command.
There before me.

After all is said and done
One comes back to where one had begun.
Sad glance in time,
No song, reason or rhyme.
Just is and ever will be.