I Used To Go In Poem by GRANT FRASER

All those mind bending nights,
out of one's tree,
and at complete liberty to free
float out of the trapped mind,

And to float and float, as far
as the brain will allow,

That Void of Voids, beyond the
soft bone, inside the inner ear,

Such stirrings that resonate
and that hope might mend or bend
you into a shapelessness,

Yeah! that's a girls cry!
don't be mad - be soft!

But an inner voice screeches beyond,
please just let me hear what it is, I
sound like on the outside?

(without influence or world interference)

You think souls are individual goals
for ransack and slaughter,

yes we are nothing, just shells,
destructively empty!

And when your voice did come back,
you just couldn't bear it...

It was not my own,
or the one I thought i owned,

you see it might have been yours,
or who actually put it in here, beside me?
this unwholesome twisted idea?

Now there's our world, furiously rotating!

And the hypocrite was me,
until the building blocks had dreamed,
The pound sign is what I carry, everywhere,
on my back - flashing!

Clock, your just licking your fingers,
While setting up the next set of signals...

Besides mankind - is overrated!