Disconnect and let me drift,
until my upside down is right side in.
Society must let the artist go,

to wander off into the nebula.
Upon return, I conjure what was seen.
I let it pulse and boil within my limbs.

I lay my pencil to the porous page,
and let my lunatic indulge itself.
Wander off into your nebula, see your nectarine of

multiplicity### like !@($atron
on overdrive!
Wander in off to your nebula, your tangerine of

electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize!
Do you enjoy your sight inside?
In little, black book do I confide!