by Stefan Blixt
I am lustfully losing it
I am cheerfully breaking down
I am gratefully cracking up
I am lost to heaven
What is it to the gray skies
If they break the airplane
What is it to the creature that's falling down
I am climbing the mirror wall
I am surfing the still waters
I am hugging the TV screen
I am lost to heaven
I see a lover's fountain
All muddy and broken
People dig for pennies and fallen crowns
I am mercilessly content
I am hopelessly well-nourished
I am sadly secure and well
I am lost to heaven