Milan Hlavsa/Martin Algy)



They whisper in your ear words that deafen the soul

Open the cage of your body; there's a thing that will do it



It's a thing that will make a tiny door in your body

Transform the thick darkness of your consciousness

Into colored light



Rubber monsters march into the distance

You wade through a cloying river

A whip drives you along a glass road; breath blows things away

The body is gone



You look for your doors, try to enter

A gentle whistling assaults your ears

Beyond the world of waking, nothing lies in wait

One side of things is satin

The other is rough

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