Elusive, gorgeous and aerial wings
Probe the vast multitude of
Your courageous swings, sin and prim-
Never to find matter in this viscosity,
A permeable farce on the contrary
To ingest a taste, a whim of life
Sparkling, yet decomposing
The compass of cell and dust
Airy displacement through cathartic membranes
The same grooves of fingers,
The same nuances of an amygdala’s pressure
Passion as a virtue, as a window
Reflecting the beams of the soul
But the creator deflects all,
As it dances sporadically with nature
For nature it emulates
Patterns of shadows, patterns of which prisoners endow
In their dialectic of a living
Where to live would be to not live in order to live
In a membrane of possibilities
Momentum carries its figures out
Penetrates postulates, quantum fiasco
The prisoners watch with quarter eyes
To shield their minds from such splendor
The prisoners turn irate, at the detection of a solar ray
To shield their mirrors from such a fire
The starman waits above for us all
To throw him books of prose
And spiritual resonance, unduly told
Cathartic membranes and their role in perception
Practical solutions, airy displacement
To widen the widest
Possibility of possibilities
Only in the sea of infinity
While universes last
I want to do it my way
And I could do this all day
Don’t jail me, I won’t fall flat
Just give me another game to play
Combusting the Amazon forests down South,
I’ll taint fire just for one day
Reality is for me to touch with my senses,
Feel with prodigy prowess
I think I’ll ring Nazareth for fun
To leave my morals and my compass all undone
Swimming through prophecies after the other,
A day, a past, a history to unfold
Crimpled and crumbled under the peaces of fund
I’ll trust abandonment to caress my old finances
Dust it through all forms of occurrences
I shall bleed the signs of time for I shall,
Paint my signatures all through the town
Only in Nazareth
Can you adopt this, foster this adamant play?
Decibels of screaming, heading just my way
Characterisation holds no distinction
A postmodern chaos for you to emulate
Pres s your charades back into my stamp book
The great depression ran across the town and it claims,
I’m always coming back, back for your neglect
Nazareth’s citizens drown the death into their veins
Silicon prophecy, they say that miracles are the epitome of reign
In Nazareth will it only rain the the structural composition of pure, bleeding light
And God demanded, there will be light
Nazareth screams, they all know
God is the light, and existence is a self-assurance
I want it my way
As the spirit crafts imperceptibly,
The answer to a maiden’s prayer
Under the rightful wing
An angel permeating the conscientious
The Devil and liberation, sprawling an erratic conscious
In an act of God
doused with the flame of divinity
A distinct mockery of absurdist defeat
An electromagnetic wave penetrating the aether of the dead
Birthed under a violet star
The pronunciation and parole of a black body
Taken under inertial imminence
Gone simply, at the speed of light
Contrasted with the homogenous void of space
Too far-
Its abstractions ambiguously converging into illiteracy
With the maiden caught in thin air
Importing her health through one pretty song
She’s assured, her senses are omnipotent
In a world where sensibility is beaten
Back to the strand, bone idle
Purity can never blaze the trail of assumption
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