Religious Experience on the Bristol-Bath Railway Path

Cycling at night, the city looks so different under sodium light

I mistook your allotment for the eerie tranquillity of a graveyard

I don’t recognise the roads here, so lost in a place once familiar

Travelling at a strange angle, across the world on a cosmic conveyor belt

And I am a roving camera following the branches

That reach to the sky like they are summoning the afterlife

The cycle path of good and plenty is there for those whose gears are worthy

I’ll replace my earthly body, ride my bike into the world that is waiting for me

I read your tarot in my dream last night, can’t remember what it said

But I think we are going to be all right

Feel my tyres slip on the leaves, I see faces in the trees

But it feels like we’ve been sleeping/speaking all night

And there’s a million dreaming miles in the liminal space of the cycle path

I send psychic morse code messages all the while