RareForm
Bluelight Crew
Observing the truth as it exists within
An oscillating feat to breathe circadian in the service of self
All along the wall, concentric circles move deliberately,
dancing the pasodoble to cajole the dreamers into disbelief
There is no magic here as the orisons are blocked by the atmosphere
The clouds hang them for eternity
You know
You don't want wisdom
You want fear
A prism of darkness colliding all seas
In a crushing crux of calamity
Tell me about your divination at Spring
I want to hear myself laugh again
An oscillating feat to breathe circadian in the service of self
All along the wall, concentric circles move deliberately,
dancing the pasodoble to cajole the dreamers into disbelief
There is no magic here as the orisons are blocked by the atmosphere
The clouds hang them for eternity
You know
You don't want wisdom
You want fear
A prism of darkness colliding all seas
In a crushing crux of calamity
Tell me about your divination at Spring
I want to hear myself laugh again