Vehicles of love, we
Pre-loaded at Source
With spirit and juice
Orgasmic chaos unfolds
Half-cocked and blind
Sentenced, and forgotten
Raw pilots, raw sense
Navigating homeless illusions
Without eyes within
Alive, we coast free
And return in full colour
Asleep we steer, straining fear
Either way, comes the day
Recalled in bright un-condition
A cup of tea, then onward, we
