Ultimate tripUltimate tripUltimate trip by Jonathan-Frost
We danced, while standing on the verge of simple thoughts
- lunatic souls - dissolved in the dim light
of summer mornings yet to come.
We stood there, collecting space debris
- figments of our lucid dreams -
while waiting for a new beginning.
And we predated peace itself,
- two seagulls trapped on sea - adrift and searching for
a near to life experience.
But we never came close.