When he sits in merry disarray
With a smile that says it all
He's found a distant bliss
Too beautiful for words
And he talks in tones so eloquent
And confident you know
Now he understands a trip is not a fall
Christopher Mayhew says
There is no time
There is no space
But he knows where he goes
And he's happy to be free
His liquid mind is leaking out
But it's fun to feel it flow
Into immediate infinities unknown
A sacred swarm of human eyes
Arising through the floor
Glistening perfection as they glow
Christopher Mayhew says
There is no time
There is no space
But he knows where he goes
And he's happy to be free
Christopher Mayhew says
There is no time
There is no space
Knows
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Christopher Mayhew says
Writer(s): Peter William Stephenson, Keith Alan Mckenzie, Colin Gilbert Angus, Sin Will
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