anticloud(prod. by perspectiveprime)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by perspectiveprime




where’d the moon go
hiding in the anticloud
where mirrors can’t be found
but light’s inside
i feel it dance around

ricocheting
to the hush of an enchanted sound
the growing disappearance
of a suicide
a phantom smiles

shadows stalk
the many labyrinths
that we have to walk
but they don’t denote danger
they’re only a language
that matter talks
just consider nature
and the hidden place a flower starts
invisible
that silence sparks beauty
not anticipated

it’s perspective
of the vantage point
of any given nexus

that decides if light
can or cannot be detected

i myself
am guided by a certain magnetism

i resonate
with the concurrency of magick’s rhythm
the window through the spine
and the medulla
peeking through the blinds
observing the serpents
and the curves
with which
the two will intertwine
i conjure destiny
by simply not neglecting ME

i pay attention
to the subtleties
of my heart’s every beat
the eloquent mirage
a spell of elegance will concretize
the liberating fruit
the innovative truth of knotted vines

a cosmic wishing well
the weight of vibrant glimmers swell
these pinpricks inundate the sky
their constellations ensorcell
the iridescent interstellar pulses
umbral pillars brace
our love buds within
reveals the fate
of what we will create

where’s this boat sailing
feathers are this river’s banks
its plethoric colors illustrate
the bold reflection that our mirror makes
it was beautiful where we spent the day
she didn’t see my face
but saw a red fox ricochet
taking pieces of her fish away
different time
different place
strewn bodies
seemingly my food
all he saw was blurs
zooming by
as they would be removed
he woke up
but i went on
to flee a slayer
i was peaceful to
betrayed
by a trace of hemoglobin
on a single tooth
i had no desire
to inflict upon her
any harm
so i evaded her attempts to kill
and chose not to respond
in addition to my blood
from minor wounds
i trickled wit and charm
sad
‘cause i knew
if we could just chill
that we would get along
she thinks
that i don’t think she’s strong
EYE think she’s never been so wrong
but then she also thinks
because i see her strengths
that i don’t see her flaws
ironically
THAT’S her being wrong
and i see that
like i see it all
it’s sad
‘cause she can’t seem to get
the theme that creeps beneath it all
if the me she sees
ain’t really me
then there’s no reason
for a we at all
she’s drained
‘cause my reflection
in her eyes
cannot be seen at all

and i don’t even have fangs
this is so disorienting
so many stories blending

the garden has florist envy
one can get lost
when the metaphors
and worlds
are plenty
walk into each copse of trees
and leave
having seen the forest EMPTY


i tend to close my eyes
and see what’s really visible
i need to heal from many wounds
that’s why i feel so miserable

being empathetic
i can’t just pretend
this planet’s peace
so i decide
to do my best
to fix the things
my hands can reach
worldwide
camo leaf’d
praying mantids creep
in shrubs
a blur
where they’ve beheaded and eaten
seven species of hummingbird

mindanao gum

rainbow eucalyptus
nature chews up a tree
and blows a beautiful bubble with it

this is the sort of magick
you would have
if wands were EVERYWHERE
lost in the eclectic stare
only the intrepid wear

how is it
that a shadow
with eyes
inferior to what they see
is able to recognize
the sacred mirrors
that lie underneath
deep in the abysses
of extraordinary light sources
he sees
what are black holes to ordinary eyes
as BR!GHT torches
somehow
these flames themselves
the auras they ignite
enormous
are blind to the majesty
of their vibrant firelight’s performance
we THR!VE together

help each other ply our efforts
CAR!NG
operation wilting-dry-but still survive the desert

the night endeavors
to highlight the life
that’s not been weathered

who knew blue moons could be
such delightful tethers
these quiet embers
are magick satellites i TREASURE
so while their wings collapse
i strike a match
to reignite their feathers

unreal
i can’t express how truly grateful i feel
to be allowed
to see what flowers
hidden space can reveal
the organic urge
to liberate what is sealed
i am stranded on earth
but levitate on appeal