What kind of trip are you on Sitting as still as a stone By the small dividing wall Of all thoughts shut down Truth is your sweet desire Lost over a stream of tongues Follower-power-generated dreams Seizing this world from under the skin A heart beats from inside the grid Black and serene and lost to the sea The constant flow from the stream Of the river wild Captivated my empty eye Pushed my doors open wide Left no room to fantasize Bodies warm but trapped in ice Follower-power-generated dreams Seizing this world from under the skin A heart beats from inside the grid Black and serene and lost to the sea Actors of the world's collapse Thieves and jokers alike Looking deep in your eyes Fiction has come alive Another story made complete