Have you ever got the feeling that the sky is watching you? Like one big blue eye with eyes just for you I know it isn’t true, but... I like to keep a ceiling handy just in case I got some shit to do Don’t fucking call me, I’ve got a mind to lose but I’ve gotta find a muse, it’s not music it’s a line of clues Leading back to the woods, down a hole in the ground Where I kept the memories that motivated the sound I’ve been isolated ever since they moved there I’ve Spent a lot of time acting like I don’t care I’ve had a lot of thoughts that I haven’t cared to share but Now I’ve got a beat, so I’m speaking through the frigid air sayin’ I never wondered where it’s headed ‘til I’m dead The only method is a skeptic with work ethic for bread The rest is something that I’ll deal with as it happens Until then, yeah, I’m still rappin’ On the dot on a map that you’ll probably never read Where I grew like a tree from a midwest seed The roots grew thick in the dirt as I worked Now the wings strain single-minded, tearin’ up earth From the days spent scattered in exhaust fumes Lost in my thoughts of miscalculated odds Dead and faded gods, mismatched socks and Simulated odds, I assimilated songs while I smoked too much And such and such, kids do anything to make a buck That life sucks, fuck your brand new truck I’ll try my luck in pursuit of something a little smaller Singin’ in the snow, voice cracked and faltered Looking not to the sky but to the ground with a lens Until I find myself inside of something and love it I’m fine Wide eyed open broken and fly To the sky, see a lens? Go worship the eye To find something to love inside yourself and Shelve it for the self-help then sell it for the wealth Fuck you, you’re empty, stuck here with empathy Drunk on everything and sunk, point missed, subsisting on bunk Now blood falls thick to the capillary network Setback wick lit, cuttin’ through the dead murk Tongue like lead, lookin’ like a red shirt with his Gunpowder lung wrung dry by the death flirt My head hurts, snake skin shed Certified smoke spitter blurt every letter said With intent to repent for every second spent Never earning rent, I guess I put me here again Staring at a blank page suckin’ on a pen plus I been dead nine days, came back on the tenth Took five, wrote a song, then did it all again That’s where I’ve been, that’s who I am This is what I do, working with my hand My land, your land, it all came before man This is only fleeting, the only place to stand

Gravity glues the diffused ooze of the universe as it moves Over time, through space in four states fused in Place suffused with heat, energy to move each piece through Space, combine and break, bond or contuse the shape Keep an eye on where it rotates through night and day On a ball of magma mineral water and clay where we Stay and cycle atmosphere between ourselves and plants and steer Our plans to clear a path between the fear of death and rant about Each other to each other, making children with our lovers Smothering one another ‘cause we’re stuck beside our brothers and Sisters, blister kissers’ killers’ grifters, missus, misters Workers, wishers, Whistful kids that get called hipsters The blessed will find their bliss the rest will die with less The best kill a prejudice the more invested will progress The weight is lifted that gets confessed The world’s address, a sad pun that reflects a sadder mess Whatever happens is a function of consciousness What you feel at night is death Whatever happens is a function of consciousness What you feel at night is death If you love life less and less Stop and focus on your breath If you love life less and less Stop and focus on your breath The vertices outline planes shaped to contain space Changing shape as time divides the animation’s grain size Defining the resolution of the mind body and grind The width of a split thought sits between before and after Confined, I’m concerned with how it defines the latter combined with before the Matter shatters and morphs to corporeal form to fit The force of effect’s origin, the core of it is orbited by Possible spatial configurations waiting to be Made manifest by those above cause and effect the gods and Prophets effect change unchecked by the chain’s shape as it Connects to the stone-set vane of the Past That remains fast back to the first blast, before that Is the unimaginable lack, the same stuff that fills the cracks between division of fact or fiction, sensitive dependence on initial conditions Is the human condition, get it in your cognition Whatever happens is a function of consciousness What you feel at night is death Whatever happens is a function of consciousness What you feel at night is death If you love life less and less Stop and focus on your breath If you love life less and less Stop and focus on your breath If ghosts exist they’re in the face of battered women and The fists of evil men and their herditary givens Our lives are written, letters we’ll never read Sent between the gods of probability to seed the serpent plight of earthlin’; cursed to curve inward Within words in many versions asleep beneath The black ghost of infinity spillin’ between the foes of a filigree The billion literal fission machines making significance split at the seams Lost at the bottom of its wave trough, before it fades to shade, detained Caught between the skull and brain, sights off, lost in rain drops cooperating With the size of things, surprised to bring your eye to the sky at night and think The raw feeling between the beginning and end of a blink, synch up, the crux of things extends past the missing link An unintact adjective defined as a state of collaborative mind mapped To the fine lines of fate Whatever happens is a function of consciousness What you feel at night is death Whatever happens is a function of consciousness What you feel at night is death If you love life less and less Stop and focus on your breath If you love life less and less Stop and focus on your breath

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I know it isn't like this. Stop, hit the light switch, spite a likeness fly a kite for the first and final fight this bite might leave a mark but I won’t let it make me contrite that’s sleight of hand in the fight to be a man. A slightly non-standard atlas on which I sketch a plan Standing on what I do, at the crossroads of what I want to and what I can do, I won’t It’s all just walls to slam through I hate to be rude when I Loosy goosily boost through a slew of floozies fluidly spooning food for thought to fools lost in their stupidity clue ‘em in, maybe make ‘em something different You can buy a ticket on a train of thought with two cents Shame the same can’t be said of rent Unless this rap thing of mine begins to get some wallets bent open, if it doesn't I’ll end it beneath the ocean cremated and mixed with the ashes of my poems and a slogan: “We are god, god is motion Time is the mind, movement is notion Movement is notion Movement is notion Movement is notion” As I move through the space of possibility given to me I reflect on what we can’t see, slanted oblique in relation to sleep with cold feet despite sun sheets, my environment doesn’t often match me, until I realize viscerally, my environment is me, I vary infinitely when I’m finished the particles in my articles of clothes won’t be different from my flesh decomposed into compost, yo-yo six feet low growin’ under snow until the sun glows and my carbon’s in the water flow, and I can see a ghost in the river on the slope where the water flow erodes A record of the universe consistently encodes within itself. I decode how it bodes, like a modus operandi made of openness and honesty within a transparent economy could make us what we want to be Indeed the walls could fall tomorrow and we’d all be better for it Moving forward privacy is eroded by the torrent of technology, no more forced apologies in all that dirty laundry it’ll be hard to see a reason Needle in a pain-stack, people in pain attack Punishment often curves the cycle back For all the faith we lack in the killer’s face staring back in regret, we have to let our better nature pay the debt Forgive and never forget the connection shared E=MC^2

Check it, wreck it like an S-wave Synthetic diamond-edged lathe head Shaped a lead lyric and bathes your face in flame breath Bane of death, lethargic after effect of ethereal Debt paid, imperial’s pet pain, serial brain Fanger mangle matter, no blood stain Phrases cut chains, slave days maimed Made aimless in the rearrangement of claims made Aided addenders splendor epiloggin’ it Confidence consummate, composite agog Wanderer communist lost in it ponderin’ Possible combinations, launderin’ Motivations, thoughts often obfuscated Foggy bog sloggin’ a lot, belated Fate shape revelation takes place Shakes the foundation right up to my face And traces a way to the an embrace Undebased by T&A beneath a fucking basket case One step and a whole house gets smashed One breath and a whole damn bowl gets cached Stungunning cunningly, hunting and cutting uppity underlings Summoning something otherly, shutting up a blundering Cunt, fist in his windpipe, for fighting like a guttersnipe Applying the metal pipe, mortifying sight, ripe melon acts like your head might, sledgehammer, ax, knife, Spread you like Vegemite, and when you’re dead there’s no afterlife! Now I take flight, literally outta sight Concealed below a cloud ‘cause Yossarian’s that white Still got the burdensome backbite, internal bedlam in daylight, Fish to a gunfight shit malachite fist set to make a hater satellite Ignite, tie you to a stick and light my way through the night Lay it on thick so you listen when I recite Cuttin’ to the quick until you’re salty like a sodomite I try to lie between what is expected and my dreams but Now I can’t sleep, and my eyes have sunk deep into my Sockets, I think I got it but there’s holes in all my Pockets soles and locket, old habits die Slow like descent into a rabbit hole Christmas in July, Santa brought me hot coal Lookin’ like a prole, the folk around me tend to take a toll On my sanity, but I have to love my friends and family Happily chill with any brother in the summer heat Scramble an egg up on the concrete, gamble and beg your way to easy street, I’m a deadbeat who deads beats Fed to me like red meat, a small feat In any grand scheme Little element red with heat, building a head of steam completely unafraid of slings and arrows, spit thunder by the barrel and Sunder girl’s apparel, fairly careful Not to wear my cares for fear of faring badly sadly Still fighting to be frictionless for freedom madly In love with my art, fits me like a glove as I impart An argument against the philosophy of Descartes I’m smart, my primary source of arrogance I cite a primary source attesting to gazelle elegance The martial artfulest preconception arsonist carving Partial testaments and anti-obelisk arguments Hark! I bark a lark to spark notional embarkment Malarkey farting snark? depart! That’s not my department

Alone among the crumbling husk of a dead city Snow piles up to form throne of lust and self-pity Bones in the dust speak tomes of a soul gritty Hope’s torch dormant in the pocket and .50 Shod for lockstep with god between the poppies Stone facade fucked faulty forms an odd robotic copy Roame a steppe stoic with the onus on me sloppy I’m home alone, cuttin’ archives choppy copping a Personal apartheid, segregated brain prints Live listen learn then wonder where the time went Dissonant sins getting kicked cognisant Given the givens our fate is fixed in a splint White knuckles on a ripcord, fist misformed Finger split, freefalling through a brainstorm So here I sit, lit decoding the cuneiform Calcified crystalline and living in a waveform Living for the ways worn since the beginning A path traveled emphatically by those with vision Outside of all duality, pursued by men and women alike for all reality brushed aside and hidden. Cross-hatched curves of occluded light Strike the worn Floor before me in a millisecond snatched From a stormy Night by the lightening describing a crooked Arc between the Firmament and earth within a spark - I start a second later mind cemented in the Past the Pattern represented within memory perHaps cast In brain cells constructed similar to That Electronic visions isolated under Hat Collapsed down to thought from energy eminAted at a Greater rate than information disseminAted in my Body, my construction is awfully shoddy, Sorry Constricted inefficient and gaudy Hardly Sufficient given the visions I live internally Vivid Given nocturnally and infernally Livid mission to Close the gap is in effect to find volition Livin’ without permission, without tradition chorus I killed God by force of will to spare myself the rod of prayer to all the swill and fraud they care to laud and learned With time I freed my mind to see the signs without design Beyond the causal lines defined within the human mind Accumulated clouds of brilliance, a trillion filaments Punctuate the firmament, the hub as it’s weeling in Our perspective, the planet’s axis acts as The point of reference for every evidence The eminent effervescent information bent through our senses editing contentment with the way we used to represent our Place among existence, raise a fist like a piston For all the death of truth kept hidden Blink back the blinding light, think back and find your sight Drink black and bind your rights, make it ink, define your plight Consign the night to firelight, warm your hands and feet Remind the fright of it’s position, only smoke for heat chorus

Wherever you go, there you are. I feel like dogshit and I'm fucking ashamed of it There's nobody to blame for this, save maybe my covetous Brain-lust, trust is sustenance, love is a clusterfuck This world has taught me nothing but not to trust my luck You're two of the best people I've ever met and you have my blessing But my heart needs a rest from being afraid of confessing Jealousy and pain, each breath is numb depressed spite I had to force myself to eat today, hunger pain felt right I'm not seeking your attention or being dramatic God damn it, tell me who I am again and I've had it I work with what I have and nothing more, friend Don't talk about my future anymore when you try to mend If I had a god I'd pray to him that I was happy for you If there was a devil he'd make me forsake and abhor you But this is it: three humans, three brains on a stick I'll believe it, I promise, but something hasn't clicked There's something gorgeous about the mind There's something enormous about the blind rush Of another motherfucker within it with me To cover the path weather weathered winning or limping Lifting our feet to our fast-beating heart's rhythm And leading our simian parts across the algorithm God damn it woman, man, adult, and child We're exactly what we need to survive the wild And you, my twin beloved monkeys in love with each other You make me sick to my fucking stomach brother But as long as I live, love, laugh and give back I'll fight to close the gap and do my best to lack In fear of interacting with you when you're together I write on organic tissue paper beat to leather And if I ever get the feeling that she and I should be we I'll remember that where I go is where I really ought to be

Scissor through a silent night, mind on the sunrise May it bring clear sight with it’s light Run on instinct and insight Inside the heat-sink glows pink in false pride Listen close, these walls think thoughts of hope Stone syllables speak songs of settling on a slope Building unkillable drive, will it to dive, build Skill in the mind, thrill of the five finger spear strike to Fear’s throat to spill tears and build boats Terra-firma soak, sea swallowed the oaks We rode the flow, never fled when levees broke Horizon’s bow an omen of dropping the yoke Dropping the cross, severed signals to god Killing the cost, stay the path when I plod Wandering, never lost, putting past to the rod Time to let it fly, heaven-bound and slipshod [everybody’s got it hard, everybody works hard Everybody’s hard, it’s a farce but it’s honest Fate placed the wild card upon us Sunrise light writes recursion on your life’s shards] Blue orange and red Yellow disk, fixed perspective dead Leaves, lead teeth, empty sheaf Plenty beat, sleepless beneath a sky pleated cotton wreathed in Eden's light like a dead star seen between a lightyear’s flight To mine eyesight slighted By the limelight I shine right By my time to find fights To pick apart within the conduit Between my brain and heart solder bonded it Early on, I haven’t squandered it Parts of me prefer to slaughter it the more I ponder it But a rising light reminds me why it moves Tells me that there’s nothing left to prove Nothing left to lose, Reminds me that... [everybody’s got it hard, everybody works hard Everybody’s hard, it’s a farce but it’s honest Fate placed the wild card upon us Sunrise light writes recursion on your life’s shards] It’s all about The way the sun strikes me as I wake, break of dawn Coffee and a cigarette with things to make, I sing a song That I’ve been writing ever since I made contact with adulthood Improvised to try to do what and adult should but What’s an adult but a child with some years in ‘em Catapulted forward to get some different fears in ‘em ‘Til he’s getting beers in ‘em, weary of the limits imposed Unclear as to where he should or shouldn’t stick his nose So I flow like spit, going where I go, knowing what I know It’s hard to see the side of things shown to me by Cloned sheep, slowed to a creep, thrown a bone For their fleece to keep the cog greased So another stoge to the domepiece, blown to pieces Staying home so I can sit and ponder hope in peace Hope to piece the loaf so my people can feast I’ll play your fucking game but only for the sake of generosity

Dear divinity, sing for me a song of each infinity’s finishing Fishing in history, blister each conditioning Inherently hindering everything Sing for every particle settling in the dark darling... Never let me live as if my purpose is existing in place Or giving me to bigger things, you were a point in space Now you’re the space we take up, our place in the makeup To face and overcome, I lace up and Get done The one thing as we swing around the sun And sing to no one, hope is no help to those who don’t cling Who don’t run and think to sink a stone for dead links I’m a slinky minus spring, I’m a wink at the lens I’m the brink of the beginning every second I extend Into the next second’s ending The neck steady bending to the rhythm of entropy Entities replicate infinitely around me, it astounds me Bound to be, sound, sight, thought circles round From the ground to the is to the not From living to the opposite, day twilight night Just a coin-flip away from the light I refuse to watch a planet fold inside itself in selfishness If I can guide a single cell of mine against a prejudice And edit it discredited, abetting any element Perched upon a pediment, eggin’ a son of sediment Federally accredited maleficent impediment Steady medicating everybody dull and credulous Skull-fuck an attitude attuned to any status quo Progression is the flow, the direction time goes And no, politicking ain’t the topic if I hadn’t made it obvious You probably seen it too, whether anarchist or lobbyist The tendency of sentencing sense to death by time gone by That won’t die, but it won’t fly Like a bird without a habitat, a cat beholden to a rat A man without a home and holding post-traumatic aftermath Slick to any sodden path of faded faith among the other half Imagine yourself unclothed and alone and Soaked to the bone in the snow with a knife You’re attacked, will you fight for your life Even though you’ll be dead by the end of the night? Imagine that a man can fly But his wings will melt if he gets too high And the most magnificent sight is the height Would you fly to the light then die for the hype? Imagine that a planet can think Imagine what would happen if it blinked Or if it slept and it dreamed of death Our dreams wouldn’t register I bet Imagine what that means for anybody’s last breath Worry debt or epithet, hurry threat or silhouette It’s bigger than that, you’re bigger than that I’m bigger than that, we’re bigger than that