Between the lines on the pages
Inked and stamped with all the faces
Tribal tear pulsating the traces
Of sanity blocks eternal graces
Carousel mine shaft antartic wheel
Her eloquent hand caressing the feel
She let me in, she needs respect
Or nothing happens the way you expect
Oh she's a cruel mistress
Oh she's a damsel that gives you distress
This fractal divinity
Plundering inside of me
Cannot shake the feeling
These grids are taking me home once again
I feel her extracting me
And showing me plural realities
Strapped dictation guiding me
Until it's over, now it's over |
Submission Name: Fractal Divinity
