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Lend six senses hence to this sequence of sentiments, messages heaven sent, a messenger hell bent on sewing seeds in simple sedentary sediments to assemble and ascend from senselessness to synergetic sentience.
to view for the true first this garden of eden, all the beauty in the universe is hither but its hidden. Inside and out, within and without cost, an energy everpresent, that's never lost. We're just hanging by the thread of a pendulum tetherball, its centripetal, reciprocal, flow expressing all in your front and center lobes through chemical messages collected at your retinal receptacles. REM Reception relative reflected through a busted mirror, still the light with heavy hands cuts clear, such a mere color carries weight enough to scare straight the bluff in the very gut of fear, with which the nazis banned it in occupied amsterdam, cause it brought hope to the eyes of a flying dutch man kept grounded, drowning in wet sand. Cement slabs for lungs choking him up for too damn long kept quiet by door jams slammed shut, to pull teeth, so clam up. Pipe down, bite down on tongue to bleed in to the shirt off your back 'cause it's all you need. Don't eat, don't sleep, no rest, no peace, I spit away the blood and proceed. Yes, I've been battered by the static, been left for living dead, that's why I sing as though I'm on my last breath. And it's forced at best, hoarse and tone deaf but I'm tryin', I'm dyin', through these papercuts I'm pryin' ink-tipped rib bones from my chest, to draw the poison from the wound of your last injection. Etch it with a syringe, fill it with the antidote and spit it with an element of eloquence to candy coat it. For the truth is deadly raw, goes down smooth but it gets up hard. Like the bombers in the cities carving wall side art, lost kids with hearts, but no names or faces in the dark. into the wastelands they embark, breaking billboards and boardwalks to shards, like you and me alienated and rejected from the start, find peace in expression of the message that's imparted, beset by and apart from a world in decay, colors bled unto gray convey beauty through pain 'cause into nightmares, we awaken every day, so we dream out loud to get away. It's a way to stay sane when the pain spikes, stay awake, 'cause when it gets crazy you can't escape life. All the world's a cage when you're a playwright with stagefright, hidden in plain sight, wishin his inner flame might make new days, break outta late nights when, air tight brain cells suffocate life, I make my own mould cause its shaped right. I make the world big enough to take flight. See as a boy with wax wings I was afraid of heights, so branch by branch I climbed trees toward daylight.
And step by step I know where to go, feel it beat by beat so visceral. And time after time I've slipped and gone down but day by day I've grown stronger now. Inch by inch I've grown taller now, I can see all around, hanging topside down with my soles in the clouds, ears to the ground, to get closer, to the source, of the pulse, the sound, cuz I swear it hits the same as the one that pounds in me, oh, my god I've found belief, the same boundless power that moves my feet, moves mountains and seas, makes the world go round to the beat.