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verse 1: rpm the brown robe
verse 2: stranded
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rpm the brown robe + stranded = inertial/entropy
verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]
forgotten hours in a cloud chamber
mystic shroud painter
brush with death
sacred ground
the crown maker
wakeup gem
for the sleepiest cognitive
oblivion’s grey dust
heads rush to posthumous
11:11
meet the far side
the star finds
his paradigm
partitioned
an archive
let me run something by you
flying shuriken
you can resolve
to an un-dying human
defy loops
infiltrate infinity
return to singularity
sample me
singlehandedly
i rarely speak
got a source i save
for beats
tales of outer-reach
i recline through sapient trees
cold spell
like some autumn leaves
his solemn microcosm
a fossil that still bleeds
make the quantum leap
i sunk more lordships
than a liege
with the claw
of archimedes
moscovian glows
inside my octava mod
elohemian omicron
sequencing provenance
sharper blades than the commandant
advanced charmer
unveil the deep
past paranormal
cats get the axe
and the ash back
from the coroner
for the cure
disappear from here
to other planes
to speak with him
fields bend the gravity
and propel deep within
fitted for my hyperspace suit
every moment has a break through
into sacrifice like take two
life repays you
won’t fail to recreate you
navigate the dunes
puncture wounds
like a saber tooth
metaphors
a secret murder
of the nevermore
open level doors
from my gunmetal s4
spun up till i metamorph
wizardfish
better
you never meta coffin
you mother ufcks can go and incandesce
somewhere ancient
while sun gazing
mind mirage
vacant
memory serves
like a double agent
upper matrix
initiate the phrase quick
curate the tasteless
irate the star
‘cause it 8 bit
never gave them
ultimatum
save from
whatever may come
row well
when on great floods
antimatter reactor
jack up some weak rappers
seek rapture
to free up the hereafter
the weirdest scrap book
enchant
the rap look
a storm of swords
pours
before it captures
rooks
dissolve non-manifest
channeled empty spaces
tessellated statements
blood bath mosaics
long as the cosmic night
my starlit heist
unobtanium nanoparticles
lawlessness of light
mad scientists dream
in dark pixels
mind the participle
as it carves out its initial
verse 2: [stranded]
i turn my scars to sigils
create a mark
that illuminates a star
that shriveled
to a faded spark
so the flames it lost
may embark on a journey
where they are REK!NDLED
using my pain
to charge my intent
to pollenate its pistil
the magick
a stamen
used to reinvigorate a cosmic thistle
to enable its rays
to boom through space
and bloomfully blaze
in far off ripples
the light’s ensuing radiation
is paroxysmal
all that dwindled
who bathe in this pond
resonate with a calm
that is beyond baptismal
they ostentatiously dawn
awake in the jaws
of a great gnostic vigil
if you don’t routinely
inhabit the realms
ruled by shadows of self
you can be certain
that i ain’t walking with you
i exist on a spectrum
out of phase
with those
who don’t know how to gaze
souls that amount to rain
that their cloud betrays
blinded
by their surrounding cage
trapped in their vessels
by a perspective
that shrouds escape
who they are inside
neglected
how opaque
to become stressless
you must obtain ubiquity
in the infinity
that belongs to counterspace
unwavering
love ANCHOR!NG
UNpainfully
magick sharpened
into the axillars of an angel’s wings
the blood
of veins that S!NG
that most
lack the straw’d fangs to drink
the puddle that’s beyond
its compact yawn
this vast pond radiates in LEAPS
splintergalactic
its ripples collapse along spaceless strings
temporal bath
getting splashed
by a hidden past’s archaic springs
drenched in a contrasting star’s sacred beams
i splendidly bask in the cosmic rays
of an omnitemporaneous queen
the collision’s impact
involves change beneath
crashing into the jaws
of light’s nascent laws
makes you think
iridescing synesthetic explosions
UNbrella’d emotions
freed
from beneath the defilade
of the known ones
an unfettered view
of an ineffable world
that you never knew
was dwelling below them
not even fate dares
to tamper with love
given with great care
what you find behind eyes
as they stare
at what they cherish
is an innate glare
the soul !NFLATES
as if it intakes air
the syringe
is only a metaphor
for the overwhelmingly special aura
that lays bare
the one subjected to a world
made available
through the profundity
of their connection
the interconnectedness
of the torus that they share
sometimes
being stranded
means standing apart
all alone
‘cause despite the cost
i won’t abandon my heart
often
what is read of me
at first glance
is false
my truth hidden
like what’s written
in the ashmole manuscript
lost
a witch was discovered
i was the center
of a synesthetic mixture of colors
where everything in me
chrysalis’d and then ruptured
and the very essence
of which i exist
was aflutter
a metamorphosis
from which
i’ll never recover
