Off Kilter
concentric circles going around in ecliptic haze, off kilter ways flourish in a focal dance of never-ending ritualized nourish. Ebb and Flow collapse to a waterfall of blindness. the fool walks off the earth and begins to transcend. transmuting space to time, vibrations to frequency his Inner Radio Show, broadcasted in the stars. Elliptical self revolving around a one-way mirror, whos got your back, whos got your back, whos got your back when your heads spinning, around your self, around your reflection, ground your affection, empty your self of incarnations. we are shooting stars, whizzing past, whizzing past, only wishes fill our short-lived moments.














