John Frusciante
Foregrow
A series of events

Just one forever

Senses returning
The pain grows inside me exponentially
Wasn't deaf, dumb, paralyzed or blind

Traded being for going where beings hard to come by

(You know this place)

There's only one first time
For any one thing
Never another
And successors numbered

I remember having
Sight with no eyes and space for a body
Thoughts didn't replace me
Brain in region free

The most perfectly warm temperature is no temperature at all
And who you see is away so far

A typical moment is the infinite
Nothing else in it
None ever finish
I thought for so long
Love was forever
Shook and I fell here

Everytime entwined
And in a perfect, unfailing line
Which is a condition of mind