Pill.

Pill

I am a weightless voice
without size
when pain becomes pain
it will be easy
just light leafs
a gently blowing never know which way there going
now we can see
the patterns that they hide
brave jaguar
leaping through
electric city
moving in and out
of doors
proud as any star
that shines
voices in the dark
shadows of past
present future
space and time
fall in
onto a candle
with lots of ghosts
triangles, circles and squares
when the needle breaks
your skin
the tricks to remember
there is no spoon
at least not where lemons
turn to water
hear the sink
is like
an ocean
see the matrix
is a little window
black swan white swan
really there is
no spoon