calamity collective, infection illusion, soul lessons... open wounds collect light from the oval moon, caught up in a whirl wind of my own reflections.. eating the shadow going in deep from the shallow...pond and its like aloe balm to essence of me where i found home.. was present with bow and arrow ribbons, tarot cards scatter into the abyss where i held a narrow vision, and then were spat out back in infinite color spectrum.. where the only think left is to assimilate and digest it... return to one, burning suns, converging merging love in forms and formless, its a lot to breathe in when you got virgin lungs.. tongues are scrolls of truth when you let the holy music flow intuit, then to be and also do it. seeing can be confusing, i been confused in this land of distortion but i gotta transmute it, sword of truth ill pull it, its getting lucid, tying up loose ends, genetic line purify, tears from the blurring sky, that pass away into clarity, i can barely breathe this is truly wild.. i am your servant, i and the vessel, i am the light in the lamp of this temple. the one who lit me is bright as infinity, manifesting a rainbow fractal of entitys.... oh i like it like dat yo
Posted on: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 04:37:54 +0000
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