Neptune Trip

She was the heaven sake’s conductor, She was bearing the outlandish one, She was steering the transmissioned one

Myself Me as the brethren of all music from the plains as my mother, was inside of aesthetic beauty, I was the man sizzling for fun

We were in the gospel train heading towards Neptune’s grace and I was smothered in the hugs of music being played

myself the loon with the spiritual pace, looked puzzled and astonished at the beauty of space, and every stars true true rays

In the dreamland we planned and our group held hands around the beautiful blue jumpin jack giant

On the complete opposite of Earth’s foreign sand’s with the sleeping sound we saw our sun look at us and they became the usual of them with a laugh laugh knack riant

- Avalon Dakota

- 5/7/25

- 12:59am

Neptune Trip