we live as nomads
all living off each other, 
the problem that tries the soul:
Fluid selves dissipate without some container,
thought to be the size of the body it occupies.
I love what I can hold and grab on [to]
Reality sees everything by its own light.
creation proceeds in a branching manner
The changes are subtle and almost immeasurable.
we must be free to follow from moment to moment
[the] movement away from the centre [which]is the contrary of movement toward it.

now my world is crumblin down,

they are hearing a kind of refracted reflection of the space they are in
this kind of material can lead one down so many roads one would never travel
can instantly become abstract once you aren't in the space
i like that there is a bit of mystery
rain becomes pattern, becomes drone, etc...
and then there is the fact they are connected to the sky
nature in particular is seductive and somewhat exotic to those of us who live in the city.
there is grit, there is attention to detail
brutal and unsophisticated on one hand, beautiful and truly elevating on the other
you'll lose your sense of self
enthusiasm for the trans-rationality of human vibrational pattern-making, 
which play an equally important part.