Disaster A drop of ecstasy found in a drop of water shakes the foundation of my soul dissolution emanate a crack expanding like an earthquake splitting at the seams frozen mystical revelation terrifies the strands of my being a creative impulse sparking in vacuum my mind expands like a butterfly spreading its wings temporal soup dished out by the ladle the big dipper put to use scooping up ancient dreams awakening in them a world alien to all prior knowledge. Awareness of the present out of place still the power grows threatening a Grenoble of my consciousness Like a flower blooming only to be swarmed by bees Not enough nectar to sustain myself yet still I give it away madness creeps like a stream of water passing through the cracked dam holding back unconsciousness. Composed by Mo Ben-shir and Tim Page July 11, 2004 Back to Banshee's Quill Home