Arpeggi

I'd be crazy not to follow where you lead; your eyes, they turn me.

They turn me on to phantoms I follow to the edge of the earth. And fall off.

I get eaten by the worms and weird fishes.
Picked over by the worms and weird fishes.
I'll hit the bottom and escape.

Potent words. Crazy imagery. Reckless thoughts. Mute emotions.

I feel the oncoming onslaught of a kaleidoscopic vomitorium of the severest intensity.

God help me.