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"Lateralus"

Black then white are
all i see
in my infancy.
red and yellow
then came to be,
reaching out to me.
lets me see.

as below,
so above and beyond,
I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope.
Watch it bend.

Over thinking,
over analyzing
separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition,
missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will
to feel my moment
drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are
all i see
in my infancy.
red and yellow
then came to be,
reaching out to me.
lets me see
there is so much more and
beckons me
to look through to these
infinite possibilities.
as below, so above and beyond,
I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope.
Watch it bend.

over thinking,
over analyzing
separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition
leaving opportunities behind.
Feeds my will to
feel this moment
urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm,
to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground
I move myeslf between the sound
and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or
what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind
we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end
and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.