Bottoms up,
the bitter green slug goes down
with a chill and echoes of the past
A strange sense of self,
waiting in vain for visions to start
Life is just a series of nonsensical
visions, memories, dreams strung together
to project a reality that does not exist
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I am here to bear witness
I am here to reflect
and present the truth
hold eternity in the palm of my hand
and your whole life in an hour
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cut open my solar plexus
I’m about to open up a vortex
letting out the demons of the past
surely we will be the last
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the weightlessness of the nameless
the word anchors down the source
as embers float on into the abyss
my eyes bleed into the screen
as the words peel off my skin
no recording can hold the soul
everything is better left untold
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Resonance of
Life After Life
Death After Death
The Comet Is Coming
Summon The Fire
Let The Embers
Consume Your Being
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I’m still searching for
the resonance of microtubules
this is the beginning and end
at least we have come
and they know our will shall be done
spasms of eternal orgasms
the beat, the beat
pushes and pulls
us all into being
we are in the this body
the beat pulses our blood
we make the sound
we don’t realize the moment
until its too late, doom to roam
these caves of shadows
radiating nerves of the sympathetic system
complex perception, synesthesia has lapsed