The Non-weekly Goosebumper - 303.11 / March 3rd, 2011
today: Air Liquide - "Liquid Air"
this is not a mind trip
this is a body journey
no memory
you orbit, shot
through bi-colored
trichromatic vapours
up to the cumulo-stratus
mackerel sky
ever-changing funnel
of organic matters
bullets of light invade you
make you meltable
fusible, untouchable
lighter than vanity
levitating
sprinkled, peppered
studded pocked opaloids
rides of colored
kaleidoscoping indigos
gravity
is just a word now
V T O L
vertical takeoff
or landing
strobing lights pass you
flowers bursting
clouds swirling
time warping
and chaos rules
burn off burn out
your walk in space
has begun
don't look back
your mind
has a mind
of its own
it's falling, floating
it feels the current
of life energy
in a new dimension
of cubical
and circular motions
it's bigger than life
darkness leads to light
on prismatic thought waves
and you ride them to the shore
of a delirious no man's land
oceans of solitary first steps
this is your reality
there is no other reality
but your own
- hah!
from monoliths of ice age
to stoned age
to no age
to no body
just your mind
expanding
racing
blues reds
yellows white light
indigos greens
screaming
back to reds
and white
coming coming faster
peaking you climax
the seconds tick
and tick and tick
you miss nothing
as you fly up
to the islands
in the darkest seas
nephology
is your new religion
and you are the nucleus
the center of the vastness
they call the universe
they call god
it's all so clear
you've made it
all this time
you thought it was a lie
and now truth looks at you
like a mirror, shatters
into a thousand seas
like a trillion drops of mercury
falling from your eyes ...
... like lava
liquid air liquid air
liquid air liquid air liquid air
this is not a mind trip
this is a body journey
suddenly you feel again, warmth
degrees of forgotten fahrenheit
burning you cold hands
hot flames licking you all over
it’s re-entry time
you want to touch
you want to feel
like never before
you’re ready for fusion
of your sexual self
your mind turns to body turns to flesh
your body has a body of its own
trembling shaking
mouth dry, hands sweat, feet cold
legs numb, arms hang, chest burning
where does my body stop
and where does yours begin
this is not a mind trip
this is a body journey
that takes us light years away
and we don’t ever want to go back
because we found beauty
and we found light
escaping
from every pore
like liquid air
velvet satin splashes
of fingers on secret nerve endings
prolong what we’ve always wanted
it’s too late now to stop
come come come with me
climaxing peaking riding physical waves
faster and faster and slower
almost stopping, sharing oxygen
and then it starts all over again
this is our bodies’ reality
there is no other reality
but our own
as we orbit back
into bi-colored trichromatic vapours
to cumulo-stratus, holding on to mackerel skies
and we know we’ve been there before
so we wait for the next bolt
and this time our minds
and our bodies are one
and the prismatic wave
takes us higher than the last
back to solitary oceans
and racing shattered blues
and reds and yellows
we found the corners of our minds
we found the depths of our bodies
we found
the prismal scream
music: Air Liquide · peotry: MS Applegate
· featured in "Sound Prefers Delay"
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.: brrrrr and this lion goes prrrrr :.
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