The Non-Weekly Goosebumper - 303.11

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


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.: brrrrr and this lion goes prrrrr :.