The Key

Senser

Sound slips from my lips forms a word 
the pressure so strong 
by chance it forms a key 
for me and what I see is like a satellite in orbit. 
So rich in colours and detail that I absorb it. 
Probe my memory 
to find a door to fit the key without trying. 
Death defying rays, 
a unique source. 
Mapped out a track cruising on course. 
File these feelings unknown 
colours burn a heat and a sonic tone 
each to its own shade as the future is made 
by burning the the past in the moment 
we come to call "now", 
it's forever somehow. 
Switching from lane to lane, 
to left to right we ride 
touch the other side, 
touch the other side, c'mon. 

Now you see words don't mean nothing 
till I put them in lane, 
they go down the track 
and come straight back again. 
Thoughts are immaterial 
elastic, ethereal 
coming out like rain-drops and then scatter 
from form to anti-matter. 

Dope is a beat coming like a ray of heat 
from the kick drum 
so move closer to get some. 
Discommunicated, I'm initiated 
by the touch of her lips. 
A total eclipse for me to focus on 
spiral on, dance in it, travel on, 
and on and on... 

Keep keeping on 
until the break of dawn.