thethiefofmidlight(prod. by kuma seven)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by kuma seven ( kumaseven.bandcamp.com )

the remote corner of the world
where they say this sword’s buried

is nothing more than the sheath in which our words are carried
secrets of extraordinary creatures
that encroach upon
planes of existence
in a world
where they don’t belong


pure avatars of the obscure
that tumblewalk
which means
they move in seemingly inadvertent somersaults

cats that come across like epic fail shuttle launch
explosion when you least expect
you drown in a flood of sparks

darkness flame
mosaic concentration permeates
a violet glare violently tears all who observe awake
the laws of inertia break
you proteanly swirl away
like being drawn and quartered by all the horses that the earth contains
a crash of underversal waves deftly reconfigures space
colm feore applies his palm
and heyerdahl disintegrates
these are the effects of a complex disorienting state
trapped within a teleport that you did not initiate
if you would just participate
you’d calibrate and stabilize
and gently find your way to your own private place in space/time
embrace your mind
design your destination meditation-wise
you alone erect and architect whatever’s shaped inside
a realm that can’t be visited
by those who aren’t indigenous
but most aren’t strong enough to be alone
they long for ligaments
that’s peace
but each identity
principally
should be a fingerprint
but most fear the power of their mind
like chirijiraden
and keep it buried
far too trepidatious to experiment
‘cause lithe
the prospects of the contents of their skulls are limitless