Flow

I’m taking you down

to the heaven’s cold,

to the sacred land

of white laws

Among shaking suns

and flipping walls

our passion grows

So I’m pitching to the flow

We could swim in peace again

Cheap black water is all I have

and all I want

is streaming towards you

So I can’t resist

and I won’t complain about

drinking that flow

of your soul

Hold on

That electric taste

might appear in your mouth

Push me higher

and squeeze in beside me

I’m taking you down

To the jelly of my mind