dizziedbytranquility(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by a/void


prod. by 7th galaxy



to become dark
spiral
along the spine of a spark
purple dawn
the blurred
burgeoning song
of a shadowlark
a tour within
mourning-tinged
disorienting labyrinth walk
captive heart
that can’t be caught in a cell
provides life
independent of itself
despite the fact
that it stands apart
hidden in plain sight
like the truth
revealed
in a future-filled geomantic toss
of soil
plants
and rocks

feelings dance with thoughts
congeal
in an enchanting hippocampic waltz
a bewildering loop
concealed in the goop
that spills from pandora’s box
the impudent trill of random chaos

pandemonium village
zodd hallucinates
while funeral makes gods in his image
psilocybin in hand
i’m enhanced
with the correlation of popeye and spinach
spiraling inward
through an organic hyperspace window
with the use of the mechanics
of sand colliding with winter
the reflection produced
by a panoptic transcognitive mirror
the image of who i am inside
becomes clearer
the underlying composite
kaleidoscopic chimera
spirit lamp
this galaxy’s moonlight
provides me with shivers
i can’t sufficiently articulate my gratitude
for the vibe he delivers
closed
my eyes are overcome
with the capacitive flux
of a grove of suns’ opulent shimmers
faster-than-light travel concocts
an aftershock of tachyon tremors
in the shadows
evolved
i blast off
like an asimov ninja
but i crash abruptly
my momentum
finds something adverse above me
such unfavorable matters are sundry
it seems
whenever i begin to climb
i’m quick to find
that the ladder is crumbling
however
magick is HUNGRY
and it feeds on the hearts of those
who imagine there’re such things

i am such an entity
i pirate defunct serenity
it doesn’t matter who you are
when observers construct identities
the truth is obscured
because their experiences
serve to blur what they’re witnessing
when you diverge from objectivity
you’ll find the curvature’s menacing
typically
those familiar with the burden of misery
are disconcerted and dizzied
by a flourishing surge of tranquility

such is the work of jittery
corrupt and subversive memories
when reality is colored
by what you want
it’s perverted visibly

i float in a nursery of flitting things
blanketed in the diversity
of molecular lepidopteran gossamer sigiled wings

power and magick
both surround and inhabit
my inner and outer thoracic
hidden tower
clasped in an impenetrable hourglass
horizontally established
the significantly profound schematics
of a heart
that isn’t bound by the limitations
that so habitually challenge the average
infinity spirals centrifugally
in flowery patterns
those on the receiving end
find themselves considerably
showered with atoms
GENUINE love never cowers
in the vicinity of anything
that intends to devour its passion

it extends from its island
to and through the din
of its surrounding trappings
killing the noise
drowning each dissenting voice
until its dismissive silence amasses

quiet weapons
that fall on ears
deaf to wars
that they will make sure
will not appear
only to spiral
in the vortex of the vague lore
of prior years
to inadvertently be forgotten
apathetically
by their peers

when it detects manipulation
destiny wildly veers

and CRASHES
head on
with the interloper that tried to steer
the path to understanding
is a road
the temporal lobe pioneers
for
everything in existence
consists of a vibe you hear
quivering transmitted
through whichever medium commandeers
all the secrets of the universe
are hidden inside your ears

my heartbeat from within
overlappingly echoes beautifully
imbalanced
by the lack of connection
decrescent lunacy
i pace along the great beyond
a haggard wretch
imprudently
shattered
as i accumulate the absence
i’m destined to accrete
the love i have’s
a blessed truth
that weeps
a cloud that hydrates
those who bloom beneath
no matter what
i’ll make CERTAIN
that their roots will drink
despite what the circumstances
for that to occur
might do to me
if you desire something
and don’t get it
and what’s in your heart
shifts
even a few degrees
you don’t have to be a mathematician
to know that
that’s one massive difference
between you and me
what’s in my heart
isn’t an illusion
built on what it can do for ME
what’s in MY heart’s authentic
CONSISTENT
it’s not at all attuned to greed
i pity the fool
who has never shown love
such as what looms from me
because that means
you’ve never actually known love
in its true physique
somehow
a moth produced the heat
to light a candle’s moonless beam
in order for me to bask
without having to lose its wings

there are intangible roles
we play in creatures’ lives
i cultivate
for those i embrace
so the salient seeds will thrive
for
immeasurable love
is stowed away
deep inside
and i
myself
will do whatever i must
to see it rise
because
there is an unwavering soul
at play
beneath my eyes
despite there being
no waves of energy
with which
EYE may be synchronized