Deconstruct your anatomical structure.
Must your fragility be so flaunted as such?
More to be thought of than can.
Too much freedom both makes and diminishes a man.
So what does that leave me? Blood, bone, dirt, nerves, caffeine. If only I were to be blessed with anonymity. If only I were to be stressed on past the boundaries. If only I were to be stretched and molded then omitted gravity, maybe I could see. Then and only then would I acknowledge that beyond me fully, graciously building for bridge amends. Seeking a Titebond II to my zen, I call this trick “empty cleanse.” Ion orbiting the origin of conformity, the bends. The bends depends on atmospheric empathy or lack of this resulting in a fracture of the sensory development and consciousness towards inexplicable existences. Your shifty feet are prominent, tectonics shifting on your common sense.
I saw the earth flicker, saw the atmosphere wither,
Sought the contentedness, committed to facing inward.
The atmosphere thins, and I’m absolving of my sins
While simultaneously splintering to fractals from within.
Fibonacci couldn’t factor this, ethereal light shivers and masks my mass, matterless. Slightly flattered, I guess. Subjective is emotion, matterless. This is the quotient of the surface of the earth and just above to emulsive star droplets on a cosmic canvas. Sol is one, soul is won.
My weight is all and none, my wait is all but done.
From Johannesburg, South Africa, terrence? delivers an EP of gorgeous soul and moody hip-hop surrounded atmospheric production. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2022
