In the days when sunlight fades to darkness
and time bends endlessly
While hallucinations are oscillations
on a pattern broken patchwork of
alternate realities
Bending pitch at the corona of projection
bares a peak into the threads
that hold the veil before our senses
Lets ride with the dream-weavers
in the ethers
where matter is conceived
let's breath in the spaces
between particles and waves
let's be lucid creators in sound scape
harmonies
lets tune the strings of all that exists to spirit song
and
hum with the essence of anomalies
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