written and performed by stranded
prod. by sayk_
the abracadabra tree
a palace made out of leaves
obscure tangents adorn each branch with worlds
a thousand deep
an empty sky threatens what’s in his eyes with going sound asleep
a vacuum attached to his soul
where myriad gallons leak
it absorbs the auric clouds that form his aurora borealic sea
it thirstily imbibes
but certain stimuli produces galaxies
selective
he solidifies illusions to lucid out the dream
ignescent revolution
self-induced impudent alchemy
however brief
a shroud of peace
emerges
to corral his grief
he manages to starve the antistar
as its fervent mouth accretes
taciturn
a silence shrieks
a chrysalis’ door explodes
out pours a creature in seemingly metamorphing clothes
a scramble suit depicting an endless index of assorted souls
the ubiquitously chimeric free spirit that sea/swordz upholds
the framework that arrives on the horizon when you tilt your eyes
at an angle to convert pitch-blackness to a brilliant sky
undeterred
some pain serves to congeal all time
i escape the hurt on origami birds my quill designs
the folds provided to the paper can be made beyond a million times
its elaborate shapes and curves
made by words as i soliloquize
i go within
the ONLY path that leads to fully blossoming
like several bullets
launched from me
petals stretch to their garden’s reach
fertile
EYE determine where my soil’s fruit will travel to
the sort of roots from which immortal flowers bloom
on non-surrounding moons
you’d have to teleport
to where distant worlds abound
bestrewn
in order to be able to absorb their more pronounced perfumes
even when i’m inert
i’m rooted in an omniverse
from there
my flower beds spread
like rumors of tutankhamun’s curse
imbued
you rise from earth
as an exigent moonlit sky usurps
hands spring from the clouds
swoop down
and lift you up
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