Just fleshed this out now:
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The Seven Senses of Fusion – Suresh 1/3/2007
Courage; facing its fears
Life; keeps spilling its years
We commit sacrilege
An escapist’s getaway
The perfect place
Every broken face
And eyes that wish despair was erased
Wide, open spaces
Waves that break against our bodies
The pull of our beliefs, against the tug of the tide
What is wrong, what is right?
The sacred black, the sanctifying white
Souls so lost, how they roam in valleys of doubt & shame
Pluck it
Come on… Pluck it
Or are you scared of consequence?
Or are you freaked that you’re too good to know the truth?
When secrets bleed to silence
When knowledge feeds our ignorance
When sadness sees through blindness
The maker meets his fool
When perception shutters vision
When determination is compromised
When the tempest swallows the ship
The surrealist needs his tools
Pluck it
Come on… Pluck it
Just suck the flesh off the fruit…
Just suck the flesh off… The flesh off… the flesh off…
The maker meets his fool
Touch… Smell… See… Hear… Taste…
Touch Pain… Smell Pain… See Pain… Hear Pain… Taste Pain…
‘What you don’t know can never hurt you’
