RareForm
Bluelight Crew
i am not tied to my words
i stand agape to an acumen
that i arose without breath in my lungs
silver pail of ideas
heaving throes that betwixt
my already infatuate gravitas
Aquí hay gato encerrado
where did all the air go?
vacuumed to space, our lost theory substation
e vero
this is where we clap
to the sounds of those beautiful passing winds
in submission i thought i was awake
once i had a place
si
serenity that was all before intersubjectivity
collapsed and grabbed hold of me
without distinction i thought i was aware
all the bustle of breathing air
had my eyelids unknowingly closed
while inside fixated on a faux prophet
whirling around on some sort of god rocket
in my mind people are free
to do whatever they please
a comforting face with a tarantula body
wants you to give in too many different ways
phrase upon phrase of enigmatic allegory
grotesque burlesque with one hand i waved
as i passed
basta
there's no room for a master i staved
looked around to see if there was even room to pray
too many genuflected slaves, eyes on the prize; dare i stay?
independent today
insufficient parade of jargon
relieve yourself of any grim disposition
i am no better than you, you are no better than Jambo
if i leave today i could erase you
but that's not what i want to do
once i threw flames
i just want to love, glory be the day
i stand agape to an acumen
that i arose without breath in my lungs
silver pail of ideas
heaving throes that betwixt
my already infatuate gravitas
Aquí hay gato encerrado
where did all the air go?
vacuumed to space, our lost theory substation
e vero
this is where we clap
to the sounds of those beautiful passing winds
in submission i thought i was awake
once i had a place
si
serenity that was all before intersubjectivity
collapsed and grabbed hold of me
without distinction i thought i was aware
all the bustle of breathing air
had my eyelids unknowingly closed
while inside fixated on a faux prophet
whirling around on some sort of god rocket
in my mind people are free
to do whatever they please
a comforting face with a tarantula body
wants you to give in too many different ways
phrase upon phrase of enigmatic allegory
grotesque burlesque with one hand i waved
as i passed
basta
there's no room for a master i staved
looked around to see if there was even room to pray
too many genuflected slaves, eyes on the prize; dare i stay?
independent today
insufficient parade of jargon
relieve yourself of any grim disposition
i am no better than you, you are no better than Jambo
if i leave today i could erase you
but that's not what i want to do
once i threw flames
i just want to love, glory be the day
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