Cerulean Transience of All My Imagined Shores - Disembowelment

[02:10.71]All is calm all is quiescent the colour magenta
[02:11.76]The afternoon breeze finds its way to my soul
[02:40.74]AsI sit there and enhance the tranquillity
[02:51.48]The solace of sensory magic
[03:38.13]Irreplaceable nirvana
[03:38.94]My body feels the effect of blood letting
[03:53.01]The winds brought in from the south coast replace
[03:58.62]Such drainful inhabitance
[04:15.69]My eyelids voluntarily close as the blue horizon line takes shape
[04:53.19]Stretching out far beyond the sun
[05:24.99]The sound of the blue an eternity of complete aquiescence
[06:37.32]I cannot move nor do
[06:39.33002]I need to for it is enough to lie on the cliff
[06:46.05]And become entrapped in a world of escapism and peace
[06:47.1]Cerulean transience of all my imagined shores
[07:00.57]A bird of the ocean perches before me
[07:02.28]And let's out a shriek which transcends me back
[08:10.95]Back to where
[08:47.22]I write And the calm breeze continues to enter my peripherial