written and performed by: stranded
prod. by klinging swordz
and with but one stroke of his scalpel
the incision blooms
blossoming into a gallery
of exquisite truths
i close my eyes
to imbibe the skies
of a most explicit moon
what doesn’t belong in the spiral
is centrifuged
the unenlightened aren’t aware
that the eyelid is an efficient tool
discrete currents
mark the arrival
of cabalistic jewels
you support me
not even conscious of what you get me through
so
this is for you
who you are invites love
makes one comfortable
in its bright hug
the gentle flames
that such a pleasant aura
ignites from
BREATHE
when the air isn’t there
just DEC!DE it is
see what you CHOOSE to see
use the TEETH in your irises
YOUR fangs in particular
have a POWERFUL signature
like a uv-induced visible fluorescence-style picture
of the pollen
a uniquely exotic flower administers
beautiful light fountaining
in bright powdery shimmer bursts
as you can see
inside the heart
an hourglass
tilted on its side
to signify that no hours pass
what this means
is whether
above the clouds
or under the weather
through all circumstances
i will love you forever
i don’t care what it sounds like
it is what it is
as clear as the distinction
when a pendulum shifts
may my words act as fingers and palms
that gently massage
some of the tension out your sensitive heart
the bayonet on my whisper
is not what it seems
it’s a misinterpretation
of the touch of my dreams
traces of my *-ing heart’s
ornate coronal screams
wolfish bellow
crescent bullet hell of soft coherent beams
geometric picturjections
shr!ek
my magick swims the heavens
streaks
leaving the exacting laws
of all dimensions stretching
framework decays
dissolved in a thaumaturgic rage
my intentions mature
with THE ENERGY OF A HURRICANE!
a bolt of lightning crackles
shattering
loud as hell
omward
my sight scatters
stabbing the outer realms
guarded
assiduously
safely bound in a spell
the cellular scaffolding
cloak of static
the thousand selves
breakthrough in falling
the cure disappears
maze of exotic melting
you’re not really here
permutating particles
disordering of the spheres
patterns talk for themselves
journeying through the mirrors
a thousand fold
bound in the lattice of their souls
the psychic jungle
through which
their COLORS gathered control
fruitful deaths
frequent enough to form code
messages in his papers
amplify his obscure soul
firefly blood
the sun is eels
with a warm tone
scrapbook of pretend
empty sky
an azure rose
careful rendezvous
of cyclotrons
ariaform gold
walking through a door that’s closed
while i absorb stones
electricity
a pluralistic infinity
the single warmth adrift
in a quantum blizzard of scissorings
the page spits out books
lake-size cauldrons of energy
the nature of which
are fated
to haunt our century
we learned to scry
two points in a world collide
we grow nearer
the pulsing mirror gives birth to eyes
a legendary meeting
took place in the sky
it contains a secret
mentioned
no more than a single time
your grace
there’s a throne in my heart
where you preside
if you ever seek my presence
i will always arrive
i’m but a lizard tail away
from being brought to your side
by tearing through dark and time
in a portal that dar provides
for
we’re connected by the stars
that ophiuchus divides
pillars/creation
shadows evolving to butterflies
just two puddles
in a cosmic cloud we’re deep inside
but the cat that defeats a cobra
when an eagle’s above
survives
