Gasworks.

Deep Purples & Blue drew me in like a Vortex, I was Underwhelmed – in every Direction. Missing what was Mind; between water & sky, The two strangers next to me – unable to get my attention. Chew on this they said, lay down they said; My head falls into the Abyss of pebbles by the shore. Hand comes up with a refined colored glass- - Broken, Losing hold of the “Universe” again, again; The pixel waves re-assuring their Authenticity; The promises meant very little – it was set. Truman surely knows the usual monotony. Layers upon layers of Rapture; The wide open Doors of Perception.