Molecular Point Cloud dust machine.
Heart, lungs, muscle, brain & spleen.
Frequency humming as we all resonate.
Footing not sure whilst we all ruminate.
Our palms spread open upon the earth.
Our form prostrate, foreheads sod dearth.
Water realm cold , floating cabin corpse.
lighting distorted our blue vision warped.
Full throated scream , eyes struck dumb.
whilst we stare in horror at frequencies relentless hum.
Our mouth wide open , tongue a straining stub.
As we wild eye communicate in this thick water sub.
Dust infused point cloud life.
Moving time decisions add to our strife.
End of the day will we look back?
As a stretched out husk upon MPC life's rack.
QJD - 2013
