Inspiration in the tones of vivid sound
Carries words down from providence
None provide sense, but all provide clarity
A name is Ian McClain Goss if you can find him
This concealed face, stolen from everyone
Twixt contradiction and lucidity,
Firing lightning, like judgement, across the sun
An enigma wrapped in a paradox, just like Fool
Became Sailor as he rose from the lion's den
The rambling roses rising like a laurel of rule
The painting is done, a face rises from the oils
Revelation to all the face of humanity
Fairly I reach, stealing all of yours
And mix the faces to a collage of insanity.
Author notes
A lot of deadhead references in here, sorry its what im listening to.
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Ahhh I like music on when I write too, it seems to help me come up with some ideas and put a little bit of a beat into the piece. I know someone who is called Ian Gloss, strange.
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