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moments of clarity
01:24
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narrow
02:55
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reach out the hands that see to wade among the opaque deafening
listen above the heart to sense impending chemical reactions
panicked confusion bleeds to subtle loathing
within and without
condemned ambience bleeds to inner turmoil
mirrored reflections
this suspended limbo of waiting and dying
this vantage point is black so there’s nothing here
this pale sensitive draining lungs of breath
this curled fear exhausting mind of will
inverted eyes and relentless vertigo
nausea awakens violent means
only moved by tempest pressures
innocuous against self-actualization
forces culled from within the black
knowing not where they lead
and ignorant of their reasons
every shadow has its ‘promise’
confinement makes fools of beggars
so narrow is this implosion
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eye sea
02:31
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this burning sensation makes no sense
i am underwater yet my head is on fire
it acts as a lantern, a painful beacon
to shed new light on these circumstances
i see now that the nails on my hands have receded from the almost constant scratching of my skin
but it’s hard to feel anything when all you feel is the surrounding tension of perpetual fear
i see now that my vertebrae are bending out of shape from the almost constant shriveling of my spine
but it’s hard to chase anything more than the security of depression when all you know is shame
i see now it was self-inflicted
i see now it was cold ignorance
i see now it was self-inflicted
displacing choice with acceptance fell to inertia
optics shift towards understanding direction as pockets of escaped air make their way upwards
each exhale brings equilibrium but it also sacrifices what is left
now i see and so i move
now i see and so i move
now i see and so i move
now i move and so i fly
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momentum/
03:16
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upwards through resistant membrane
all voices tell of turning back
but retreating is not an option when one wills towards all-peace and tasting god
but taste is such a three dimensional word
i long for post-human and out of sight
either way i scramble and climb or so i attribute any sort of movement as upward and positive
my burning ocean mind still a detriment as waves of hyperventilating or choking still stall my momentum
water is a weight i cannot shake and therefore struggle with every stroke
i’m forgetting congruity and synergy
my memory was always my enemy
but subtle reminders of encompassing force whisper to my limbs the strength in resonance
but every now and again i halt all progress to bask in the temporary fallacy of immortal sin
fingers stretching as if life depended on them to touch the surface of ignorant but wise and thoughtful opening
oh but to touch just a glimmer of what i seek
upon pale skin the light of everlasting peace
i gaze throughout the field of enigmatic energy
i’m finding pieces of the whole never separated
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\moment
02:14
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i imagine the future of the sudden rush of inhaling the moment i burst from the ocean and into the sky:
the air will taste of energy and passion awakens at every moment as i see myself tethered to all creations
desire is left to the depths as it thorns all connections and bleeds all attachments
samsara will cling to suffering as the cycle breeds its last offspring in the season of shedding
time entwines itself amongst the detritus of dimensions that succumb to the revalation
the vacuum-fluctuation of the sub-conscious insinuates the irony of god
the one vibrational, mono-syllabic, inter-dimensional, memory-transcending ohm
sweeping and enveloping is the current of electromagnetism coursing throughout the aether
and the instant my skin intrudes upon this grand sensation of radical conciliation
it ceases to be
soul transcends the body
only one
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eye know
03:19
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i reckon my suspicions and consider all my frailties
for perspective echos what is feared and huddled weakness blinds the eye
dreams comprise of memory and belief so every thought is consequential
for worldviews are windows to the soul and the mind abides by reciprocity
willing severance of impulsion and the steady atrophy of compulsion
unmitigated detachment from transitory attachments
unfiltered acceptance of all and unfettered adaption to change
the wisdom of the worm’s-eye view and the beauty of the panoramic
desire is the death of satisfaction
fear and loss are but hallucinations
strive on with awareness
there’s nowhere to go
cause you’ve already arrived
the journey is the destination and the only moments are now
mind creates reality
and god is your subconscious
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open
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8. |
clarity of moments
01:16
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As the Sky Melts Wisconsin
Solo music project from Wisconsin
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