fromwher3idrone(prod. by boog-i-e)

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verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  rpm the brown robe


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rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy




verse 1: [stranded]

i will always live as an orphan

despite experiencing the miracle
of a figurative organ
being traffic’d
through the mysterious force
of sincere importance
my happiness is the subject
of an invisible portrait
adherent to its etherial orbit
what’s real
ENDORPH!NS
it doesn’t matter
if i’m not really where my support’s sent
as long as my atmosphere
keeps my spiritual torch lit
that’s the magick
when you’re heart’s passion’s
mirror is worshiped

asterisking
just the shroud
of an absent mystery
a cloud
i don’t belong on the ground
an anachronic tree
but i still provide shade
shelter
and sustenance for the famished
life can have meaning
even if its observers don’t understand it
you would do well
to see your field of vision
expanded
so much uncertainty exists
in the midst of quantum mechanics


schrödinger’s box
is such a limited vantage
how can you even be certain
the cat is still on the planet
i’ve seen things
considered deranged
‘cause they’re not the same
as however the typical human
wants them to behave
don’t blind yourself
with indoctrination
true observation
is what’s REALLY there
not what you DECIDE to take in
EYEonize how things blend
see their unseen
blind
geometrized relation
their sacred spiralized summation
intricately woven
into one another’s architecture
find yourself suspended
in the innocence
of gnostic pleasure
the essence of nature
is a pattern
that involves FOREVER
endeavor transformation
like the dragons
who evolve from esper
meditation
is the most compassionate
of all the gestures
budding sparks
these are just my thoughts
not some sort of lecture



verse 2: [rpm the brown robe]

his sword style’s biohack
he floats around the room slow
his eyes are maxim
wrappings
full of flammable antidotes
antipodal podium
with the life serum
they’re not quite sure
of what they’re hearing
the soul’s disappearing

well
‘cause that’s what it does
a flame flux
air grates its name
into some outer stuff
some powder bluffs

keep leaving their sludge
on fire beats
sheikh designer street
but the only message
is ‘i am weak’?

EYE ain’t with that
and so the legend grew
into a real world
with real ways
no apparent doom
his mediations syphon magick
through a memory shoot
when you spend the morning longing
your destiny reboots
i’m just saying
the story has codes
and you can thread it together
from the last second you witness
before you step into

he leapt across the threshold
that’s potential
death is but an echo in your breath
its what’s integral

seen

he utter speech
in love and in peace
directly relative to what lies underneath
(warlock) poems
the thunder chief
robe is another beast
causing floaters in your eye beams
by decree
a shining sea
so decided he
divine libraries
kind of like what macgyver needs
inside his retina
brown diocese professor
art of crafting paragraphs
rock the shirt like a protector
busing the compressor
to align with a track’s essence
or if it isn’t present
degas
i then inject it
that’s the method
copped from pleiadian starclusters
proximal thought brothers
arsenal
astral hard covers