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(w)here we go
(w)here we coming
in we go
in we coming
progression of state
stay in command
regression of state
with the float
with the current
The owls of the city are out.
hatchin their eggs.
Where are we?
What can we do with our hands.
modify
In the heat of an argument
what are we fighting for?
Its more like wr numb
a bulb in the aperture
Distilling liquid dreams into reality
Pixelise these eyes
radiate desire for eternity
now that’s pretty long
waiting here with me
cant see paradise unveil by the purpous we submitt
to paradygm enforced
the owls remind the source
here compare my attributes
reactions cold but nonetheless
this outcome was no surprise
my reactions were written out
prior
pixelate
stratified
staggering rythm
bleach my running mouth
Never clench nor reach
Long term predicamrnt
err
I keep forgetting what i want to emitt into these internal
eternal, terminal discours discour of course a dialogue never shut
shhh
please be quiet by the realms of thought
another frowned talk quivering
the equal theme
Mist and gloom
my feet dribble through these misconstrued
and insecure,
we’ll hunt them
the dragons hatch in these whereabouts
in the meanderings of my endless wits
and when i stop to think
stop to see
who’s still awake?
what is it about the night that inspires me to break free
what the day suppresses
the grave refreshes
I feel the urge to speak
But its more an urge not actually anything constructive cld emerge
it’s more the intention that captivates
in the space between the actual saying
when do we celebrate-
see life how it is without wrappings
the traps you maintain
without the impossible drain that cleaves my internal
armistice in dark cressent
the moon sways gentle
remove wave’s center
the moon sways gentle
and you lose main venture
now they all pile up against you
justify you selfish life of artist
my own nonsense of existence
is doing nothing for resistance
well
let’s see how long that sustain
the moon sways gentle
it’s when gents all feel less due to censors
inward vectors that prevent first textures
always the best because more primal
close to the origins
where my breath birth
Friends hurt when they speak the truth
i guess
these things that shock my brain
out of it’s blueprint will save us time
censors deprive my articulation of forms
where we inform each other on firm reach of hands
and trees
cause hands see are like trees tryin a reach up
and grasp a bit of that life electricity
and ride on extremities of time
we got so much of it and not know what to do
feel alone this much when im always rushin
but on the spot few meter squared
and fear recoils in the cubicle
the public's eye sought to kill my awe
struck with why’s
and can’t design a purpous for why we ride further
though the road serpentines
you just have to go deeper right?
learn to read you high nature in command
when i see through your frown the symptoms
that cream on the surface of peace
is how dream pump machine works
distillating address
where we flanger
misspelling answers
imitating madness
and curve round the center of dark matter
oh no i meant heart chatter
a chicha bar
snack and sacrements
grief for palestine
construction bricks
where the money flow?
Disarticulated sentences stroll the fences edge
spray cans decorate cynics mindset
my purpous was a crowded mouth
trying to speak through a biased sided truth
i keep flipping result is we’re upside inside out
i say we cuz it’s more than just me in here
something unique yet sold off for
speak with rythm how the mouth run
it’s marathon for envy to bowl out the fun
of closed appartement checkin what time it is
9 forty there’s a time for all
block the house for coming spectrum
I got to go out
I got to go out
This isolation is no good
Then I guess i’m not naked enough
not naked enough
not in these texts, my index
struggles to drop it’s load of hesitations
with the weight of existence, hold
mingles the taste of transcendence, whole
still restrain the modest teeth to speak
what’s on the
impossibly meshed with intolerance
of you, another it’s hard to reach
i’m just purging nervous execution
it goes to say
something we hope to make
but not alone
These curtains a hell of dark
too, stuck to the queue, cuboid new kind
less human, select few get more tools
to choose way of life paradygm
wave to groove, predicted outcast
too commited to new condition
improve connection
you & I is intersection
broadcast podcast galactic
You got the courage but the sense bitter
dont get driven by the fear of loss
I die when I forget to dial another channel
stuck to one perception
elfs
but under the grey tainted veil
we all here silent in bliss
no talkin, futur autopilot
life is mysery when i wanna catch the mystery
hold too tight and it fly
the eye know its outrageaous
the eye know it’s staring in my indoors
calm sees it all, the craving self
and gave no word if not, aaa umm
and maybe youve experience the dread of losing
and realised in the splint second of detachment
what ego death could trigger in your inner mind
you can ask me why
you don’t understand
I don’t believe in this
I been pretending all the way through
And i sure theres something more to
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