thepurposeoftorpor(prod. by dobkleberg)

written and performed by sea/swordz  (pronounced:  sea of swordz)


prod. by donkleberg




i clawed my way
out of a multiverse
of emptiness
into a far more dense abyss
whose hollow core’s more infinite
these vacuum spirals
that i’m being swallowed by
are intricate
their paths defy all sense there is
dreamlabyrinth-like dementia twists
it’s like i’m doomed
to teleport
from one hell to another
but
to a degree
it seems it is correct
we CHOOSE to suffer
but while i’m destined to be smothered
by an echo-prudent hunger
i’m also granted
the occasional brief glimpse
into pure wonder

and i’m careful
not to let what i experience
obscure that beauty
i absorb all moonbeams
i have the blessed fortune to see

i’m GRATEFUL for that window
in my otherwise disdainful limbo
for
a single butterfly
can undermine the way the wind blows



whole entire worlds are conceived
from something truly beautiful
the force a garden achieves
with the sudden bloom
of what’s been removed from view
the dark world i exist in
will always have an umbra-lucent hue
‘cause despite how dark
the shadow on my heart
my love illumines through
sharper than the teeth
a hummingbird has on its beak
that they use
to fight off other birds
that want to have a drink


for
they have to compete
for the nectar that they seek
so they evolved
to weaponize the jaws
projecting off their cheeks



below
my light coheres
the glow excites
to an eruption
my soul
heaven piercing
like simon
piloting a gunman
but my ink’s invisible
to many of the eyes
that steep a tentacle
it tends to shy away
from those who don’t
try to reach their pinnacle
those who fear the truth
and willfully
sterilize their spirit’s root
terrified to wander
in the confines of a mirrorloop
to see inside themselves
what is there
and longs for nurturing
hidden in the vault
of the neglect
of their heart’s nursery
somehow
while they are unaware they’re lost
they are in search of peace
guided by an unseen force
they’re drawn
by all that lurks beneath

but you must LET yourself
BE TAKEN
where you’re being led
your path is being woven
by a compass needle
deeply set
if you don’t see
through that specific eye
you’ll never see what’s next
blind
your needle will continue its design
but leave the thread
you’ll be left to gaze
at the wake of an elaborate blur
‘cause sadly
you lacked the nerve
to travel your arachnid turf
dreams weave your fate
but you need to wake
your tapestry awaits

wanderers must be conscious
on their path
to be reshaped
you can’t be dormant
evolution doesn’t happen by mistake
your true form
will be consumed by the void
your atrophy creates


the eternal death

a dragon’s burning breath

will taciturn[v.] what’s left
of the magick of his words bereft

until the road’s silent
YOU solely decide
if you know blindness
you will be shown signs
it’s up to YOU
to not close your eyelids
so
whatever you seek
GO F!ND !T
destiny’s your copilot
you can’t be force fed
the key to your soul’s guidance