Are You Free?

Subatomic energy as avalanche to eyesight
Forms white waves on celluloid
And peels the crust off your heart.
You speak of synchronicities,
Vague post-coitus interpretations
Where there are no coincidences.
You zoomorph each time I touch you
And generate a certain glow
Of bestial-angelic cyclic madness.

Do you know where you are?
Do you know why you are where you are?
Does the back of the medal give you a rash?
Does it hurt that you can't see it neither?
The other side of the moon;
Do you shiver?
Speak in tongues so I can understand
Where's the order
In the chaos of your mind?
Doesn't it scare you to see
Strange glyphs and letters
Forming when you breathe?

You believe you can break and dissolve
The third law of motion
And demolish cornerstones.
You address all your thoughts
To the spheres above
And the neurons below.
But do you believe you can be
More than a particle

Waiting to break free?