oneiromanticsorcery(prod. by the hypnotist)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  shallowblur

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by the hypnotist



shallowblur + stranded = oscillating/hyper-clouds





 …my own blown hair
tearing off my voice
and the sea
blinding me with its lights
the lives of the dead
unreeling in it…



verse 1: [shallowblur]

frostbitten panes thaw
midsummer rain drops
stillbirthed opaque flaws
vague hope searched in vain for
silent graves torn
linear brain wave forms
shapeless silhouettes soar
like vapors fade
in a pale shade of snowflake blade storms
a jaded radiance dwindled
lingering faceless patience
staves gilded embraces
dancing towards empty forms
for scores of epochs
shores waves of millennial causations
distraught patrons of the veiled parade
stray to graves
etched familiar names emblazoned
the human materialization
like the manifestation of a labyrinth
on the planets faces
laced with pathogens
in its millions of passages
apertures of avarice
we grasp at that which
has no potential for nascence
dispassionate infatuation
with fleeting attachments
transient amalgamation
of the flesh's ambience
neglected didactic facets
of sapient lamentation
vestiges of ecclesiastic passages
detached from cogitation
bated breath
that which is forsaken lies in stasis
in chambers
arid
innate in traces disengaged in death
synchronistic veils
between this plane and the next
pallid angels
lacerated flesh
teetering on the edge until its halo sets



verse 2: [stranded]

he roams the expanse
of romance
that grows and expands
both into and from
the world
his heart holds in its hands
cosmic oceans
comprised of emotions
that conspire to hold her
their souls frozen
in the gnosis
of the convoluted throes
of an ongoing dance
the music they move to
blooming forth
in an immortal advance
her smile is the prize
the wealth of worlds
collected
could never tower as high
he spins her around
with the intention
her every ‘now’
is as lithe
her dress figuratively lifting
umbrella-ing out to her sides
moonshower
he accrues power
as light sprouts from her eyes
nothing means more
than seeing love surround her
inside
as long as this is what he sees
his bliss will be a sea
with a recalcitrant tide
no amount of satellites
not even thousands combined
could hope to challenge his high
he doesn’t even have to be her partner
in the waltz she spirals inside
it’s all about the happiness
that falls about her
that drives his heart to pound
so alive

it’s why he exists
he was conjured
by the wand of a witch
this undying assignment of his
is to be certain
that she will never wander a world
sublime love won’t find her within
an oneiromantic realization
he WILL observe
despite what might wish to obscure
his line of sight
in the end
this image has bored inside him
no form of blindness
could pose a threat
to this aural light being dimmed