Psycadelic Journey by Binya's father published on 2016-02-13T04:43:29Z Genre 4Binya Comment by Binya's father For this sake I want to fly ballistically to the psychedelic Elli, Eli, My God, my God To Benjamin my son For this sake I have to stop crying Before bed time I have to look at his portrait and mutter His name sweetly, pray That he will make time I have to be ready for the future: unanswered questions Superficial speculation and generalization On what is going on in our minds When life and death is delivered to us As a result of the chain of events Casual. Small steps on the steppe of Being. Uncontainable. Flashes in Insights. Parables Delusions. I want to stretch the wings of my unhappy spirit Gather his spirit and So, hand in hand we fly father and son without losing height Without falling into the cold water outside the law of action and reaction Two acrobats aesthetically united two prodigal souls wandering the heavens 2016-02-13T04:55:00Z