Eureka! Celestial Trumpets Peal on 8 Track
Kissing an instants clarity
Tasting it on our lips
A time, an air of clear blue sky
From out the clutter rips
I ran with the devil from God out west. The further west I pressed, the colder it got. For the better part of two lifetimes, I siphoned fathoms fuel and slept as nightmares passed in the hammer lane. From out the clutter ripped a rushed, unsettled clarity and that silent sound. My eyes adjust to find the wounded scheme teetering as a mountain upside down upon a pin. “Eureka!” I cried. Compelled and enveloped in its shadow, I moistened my embouchure, I brandished my horn.
