Beyond Time and space Where lines are erased and confines are replaced With a kind of timeless grace Designed to find a bright Angel’s face Amongst unlikely waste Your essence has expressed itself exceptionally Enhanced by cancerous advances so deceptively What are the chances of finding you awake and next to me? Circumstances leading us back to states of ecstasy Expect to see an infinite stream of inhibited dreams Unrequited screams bleached to insipid streams Of flippant scenes and fresh spent greens And tetherings and other fit lovely things A fantasy, faltering deranged delusion Insane, in pain, and lost in confusion These bruises cannot be illusions But who’s the producer of these new contusions?