It calls and I follow. For what do I have to do tomorrow?
A perpetual search for the frame of mind.
Is it right and logical to seek truth in the divine?
Dictionary of words with no definition.
I'll surrender to my mother's superstitions.
It's by the bassline I choose navigate,
the contours of this body to manipulate.
On waves of sound this conscious rides
Breaching the cerebral precipice to collide
With the beauty of an endless night.
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