Out and above the exosphere.
Bound to nothing; still there’s fear.
Cold and burning contradiction upon my skin.
Looking down on what we’ve done, what we’ve been, what we’ve built without guilt, what we’ve chained, what we’ve freed, and what we’ve burned; echo my soporific articulation.
Array my feet upon runes where shadows do not follow.
Allow the starlight to suffuse my hollow.
Irradiated and ketonic rivers I swallow.
I fly with geometry borrowed, tetrahedron lifts me above my sorrow; in part.
Movers of stone; builders of the ark.
Relax and eclipse into the zero dark.
Breach genesis gardens looking for the spark.
Fruit in hand inspired the origin art.
Consume and realize there was a hole in your heart.
Relax and eclipse into the zero dark.
Ashamed and harrowed sensitive soul; unable to compartmentalize and sentimental.
Remember when the waves were gentle?
Out and above satellites creating and destroying.
Aftertaste of fermented truth is cloying.
Head on backwards to tolerate the toiling.
Soylent green in Spacer’s dreams soiling moonbeams that once would gleam, striking whistle; the waters are boiling.
Cold and burning contradiction upon my lips.
Array my feet upon runes where shadows do not follow; an illusion before hallucinogenic trips.
I fly with geometry borrowed, tetrahedron lifts me above my sorrow; in part.
Movers of stone; builders of the ark.
Relax and eclipse into the zero dark.
Breach genesis gardens looking for the spark.
Fruit in hand inspired the origin art.
Consume and realize there was a hole in your heart.
Relax and eclipse into the zero dark.
Stripping away.
Slipping away.
Dripping into black and grey.
Monochrome universe never change; cause over time the colors fade.
Meteorites leaving holes in my life, forgotten gradients; blood seeping from inoperable wounds kneeling before praise.
Stripping away.
Slipping away.
Dripping into black and grey.
Monochrome universe never change; cause over time the colors fade.
Stripping away.
Slipping away.
Dripping into black and grey.
Monochrome universe never change; cause over time the colors fade.
Cold and burning contradiction upon my skin.
Array my feet upon runes where shadows do not follow.
I fly with geometry borrowed, tetrahedron lifts me above my sorrow; in part.
Movers of stone; builders of the ark.
Relax and eclipse into the zero dark.
Breach genesis gardens looking for the spark.
Fruit in hand inspired the origin art.
Consume and realize there was a hole in your heart.
Relax and eclipse into the zero dark.
Stripping away.
Slipping away.
Dripping into black and grey.
Monochrome universe never change; cause over time the colors fade. –Michael Kabu Ament
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