Sunday, June 23, 2019

invisibleink(prod. by n.s.one)

written by stranded and rea and om

performed by stranded


prod. by n.s.one




anything between “>>” “<<“ was written by or evolved from rea


anything between “::.” “.::”was written by or evolved from om





despite my fatigue
i persist
minus my dreams
responsible for a shadow
the likes of which
is not even seen
quantum-grade integration
instated by blind dichotomy
plagued by the undulation
of subcutaneous botany
stabbed by a future blade
fatal vegetation
inside a seed
grim horrors
that stem from a dense forest
of water trees
obscure knowledge
published in books
that only monsters read
those who specialize
in the protection
of odd commodities

legend has it correct
but could never capture the depth
all it can seem to do
is cast a disheveled shadow
at best

with the spine of the world
he stands inside a storm of sand
made of iron
that swirls
yet
as blindness unfurls

he still manages
to keep his eyes on the girl
his firm stance
forcing that clam
back inside of its pearl

i’ve been told
>> there’s a very particular skill
that i’ve honed
a difficult one
to remain hidden and cloaked


while somehow
still transmitting
bigger than most
that it’s so rare
that i’ve mastered being both
living and ghost <<

i decay
but even as i slide away
i convey
the sort of impression made
by the shores of toyama bay

::. transfixion


the absence of light’s affliction
i bloom in a muted garden
ruled by acute eclipses
blossoming on a loop
often too quick to witness
trigger’d by a star

elusively luminiferous .::
escorted by a girl
through a sky
that is futuristic
in a world
where you wouldn’t believe
so many balloons existed
even though it felt
like i was in her custody
due for prison
it seemed as if
she was more company
than supervision
the evaporation of my dreams
achieved once my eyes have opened
is the silence
i find beneath the wings
astride my totem
the distinct tides
of the beautiful moons
that define my oceans
::. traverse the divides
used to fuse the sides
that disguise the om/ens .::












1 comment:

  1. As you are seen the exchange is not even
    Is it the eyes or the composure of who you are featured
    Maybe you are instinctive and don't seek to cross the sea in one hop to feel it
    Assuming the cost is deleted what you lost is reaches what is within distance of arms if need be
    But maybe you want demons
    To mock each gift you never open because you the broken from the fall to pieces
    Maybe she bought the semen instead of a loss what you got is
    An armor of calm but not from what you call experience
    Suffering from the spar means this stop please get a response from the reason consume the thought you speak if it's not what you would talk
    She's pop you are her little cocky Phoenix
    Summoned by your occultic priestess
    In a cult, probably as it is all your fault she is.....NO FIRST LOOK MISTAKES...NO TYPOS

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