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.

VTOL, 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.
Its 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 nobody.
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 and 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..

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Liquid air liquid air.
Liquid air liquid air liquid air.

This is not a mind trip.
This is a body journey.

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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.