Sunday, September 21, 2014

eyeofastorm[inlightning](prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by 7th galaxy

windowless souls
lids squinted closed
but don’t grow
withering slowly
like winter springing liquid from snow
there’s a thin line
between the end
and the beginning of roads
the most unlikely of instruments
can implement hope

like fire-retardant cord
hidden truths are everywhere
microscopic spores
mystical realms appear
through cytological doors
ayahuascan journ
eye of a storm
are no more significant
than the life of the thorns
photons in lightning
are so methodically stored
that when it flashes
the masses are enlightened for sure
trees ignite in a forest
shifting perspective
in a direction
that sees titans as dwarves
the preexisting paradigm metamorphs
the lids of eyes levin
where they were leaden before
the impact of a sublime elemental force
destiny skipped across several galaxies
worming through stars
disregarding technicalities
may what you seek
exceed your palm
keep the bar set out of reach
forge light into a bomb
bioluminescent alchemy

so many people lost
detached from reality
they look at seesaws
and somehow see balance beams
the degree of neglect
a vast dimensional discrepancy
but beyond the mire
of lost tired effigies
is a moth inspired
by foxfire telepathy
communication concocted
by a myconid recipe
assassin vines
anthropomorphic vegetation
that’s alive
phantom fungi
the shadows cry
their screams falling heavily
on the ears of passersby
the inhabitants of an entire planet
committing matricide
this is not something
that i could so lax abide
but what exactly happens
when narrow impacts with wide
providing that narrows
cannot act as knives
it would be like
a crater in a town’s effect
on the earth’s state
as it spins around
while profound love is existent
in addition
hatred within abounds
constructive opposition
the function of magnetism
what establishes dimensions
is the rate at which
energy travels upon its entrance
the electrical pulses
ultimately characterizing encephalic vision
neurological pictures
painted with tones
octaves and pitches
with velocity
what the observation process delivers
the impressions
left by cognitive splinters
sudden vibrancy
blossoming from the darkness of winter
solar crash
stellar squalls snap like photographs
an unwavering series
of indelible moments pass
leaving marks
that even in stone
would last
despite the erosive wrath
of h2o and gas
what happened to golden mask
it’s all peace
no one lasts
such an absence
darkens the globe
like molten ash
that ensues from an eruption
of super volcanic mass
from an undisclosed moon
an ululant phantom laughs

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