Burnt a hole through my tongue just to meet god

he didn’t say much

Altered my chemical existence

found a heightened reality

Found the sun rising off my arm

new days kissed with orange and blue

crumbling roadways lead up to the watch tower

poor reception from the bent antenna

fading from white to blue the tinted to grey

the retina burned reception

a new pollution for the tainted soul

lost resolution in the snow

problems lost amongst the change

fading paintings distance heaven

mellow glows the aura in the storm

only to be struck by lightning and pelted with hail