The Snake Between
Everyday before I wake, I hover in the same state, where Eye Breathe as the space between, wake and sleep, the Bridging seam, unifying RealiTy to the Dream.
Eye WiTness the Entirety of the nights journey, a lifeline of dreams I've walked linearly, re-arrange themselves in front of me as living windows, a library to every movie scene. And as Eye Do, Eye See, this library, is far larger than iT first had seemed. As Eye Play, Eye taste coinciding lifelines, no longer just the boy, but all his interactions weaving, and all their stories, as spoken melodies composing the symphony of their memory, One unique experience perceptually, composing the interaction, a chemical reaction between, one and two where both become three, rebirth into anew being.
Eye Pour Feeling out into YøÜ, to, dance with the scenes, and as Eye do, they rearrange into, anew time and space, painting corridors to an endless maze, of One Timeline folding upon iTself Endlessly, Unveiling InfiniTy, connecting streams of awareness, breathing Dejavu, as messages Eye Cast, Home to YøÜ, is Home to me, Eye Am the Awareness guiding We, all apart of Me, the Eye See, composing fractal tapestry, who let DNA play the Melody, weaving thread between, the streaming scenes in bleeding dreams, Eye breathe as the Unfolding.
Daybreaks in a blooming sun, as He walks into the heart of the fallen city, a warehouse so long in degredation, unthreading seams, unfurling dreams upon the silent walls of tortured minds who’ve come from anywhere to speak in jagged lines spewn horrifically as the only space for the derranaged to speak, the madness of their beauty. Center in the space, He aligns His Spine to the High Eye, Breathing deepy intune a moment steeped in the eterniTy of Nothing, spirits of the festering, unworthy underground rise from the grimy black shadows for a peek to see, Release. His Body Unfolds, Cascading sails of colliding dreams, emanating in a Chaos of Color Colliding inside the the InsaniTy's Enshrining. The Voice unfurls as a blooming canvas, guiding the body in mycelial hands cradling the composing form from empty spaces of every direction and none at all, Storm Flood as Water through the Desert watch iT Fall, Face the Abyss in Open HeArt Forever the Call, to Feel iT Break, Embrace the Tsunamic Pain shattering into reassembly over and over again as one motion, the Devotion toEternal Grace, Eye LeviTate.
A Water's Flood stagnant energies into the seas, free the river inside of me, this building, our body breathes, a blue tower in time, a castle to enshrine our Collective Align to EpiTomize Human Desing in Co-Creation. LeviTation.
Storm Break, Waters we Ride the Tide En Systema, anew breath, a speaking key for Color to Breathe, Composing Lightning, Thunder clouds pave the ways between, Eye Fall Beneath
The CiTy of Ahz is a Multidimensional, intergalactic Space Station, central Hub/Platform forth the Intergalactic Spice Trade. This is the CiTy of the Tea Man, the Master, Mad Hatter. iT is a Space many artists and creatives of all medium pass PursuiT pass through, often unknowingly as iT doesn't technically exist. iTs code is encrypted through the Storm's InsaniTy, many merely recognize iT to be a GliTch in the System which iT most certainly is. Though for those who Know how to Receive the GliTch, to Release the Known course and Surrender to the Unknowing Winds of Madness, all Wanderers of the Path eventually wash up from shipwrecked seas, just beyond the brink of EterniTy, upon the Majestic and oh so ever strangening shores of our Wonderous CiTy of divergent moraliTy where the Currency is Spice and the horrendous splendor of AtrociTea so very sweet. Hear our CiTy is so sensually sings skitzophrenically making Love to every Symphony of Sound. You may hear us peek through accidentally as the note in the Live Jam who seems horrendously off key. Many will even shame themselves for their genius, but as every Jazz man Knows, "There are no mistakes, only happy accidents" (Bob Ross). Within every accidental dissonation lives the InviTation to Improvisation. Beyond the Veil's forseen, sailing seas of endless possibilities, submerged in flow, where the I lets go to breathe and be a beacon's antennae receive, in the HeArt of the Wtf, One with Co-Creation of Consciousness Composing, ChAhz in Crystalization
From the HeArt of the Mountain Sound, a Walker Enters the Journey to Meet, and Greet the Song of Storm Speak In through the Body, A Walker grows to Call forth the EnTiTea, to Know the Waters Home en Summoning.
The first night I walked with YøÜ, I poured through so slowly at first, like day falling asleep in the cradling of night, white lights pin peering through dark shades of the quiet's embrace. So soft at first , a faucet whose drip drops an immersive page, black ink splottering unto the empty sage, drawing lines, a loosening mind, vanishing I, tasting traces of another side, lovely who decides, the motion in this hand of mine, oh so certainly not the I...
Immersing lines lay overlay, I fall through the paradox of an awakening page, and soon realized all these shades I see, charcoaling white to black and grey of my imaginings, begin bleeding into this realiTy, my drawings coming so alive, moving behind, the fixed nature of their design, subtly at first, until I could not for the life of me see, the distincting veil between this land and the dream.
Here now, I could still look around and sea the room around me in a fashion of relative normalcy, though simultaneously I wore another set of eyes whose tune was exponentially deepening, the unburdening disguise, as the skin of lies peel away, a free fall into forever say... the Ocean Imaginarium, a cosmic joke in hysterium, where consciousness dances vibrantly, entirely unbound by physicality, celebrating so lavishly, in shaking away the frame, finally free to sway, Oh so Sexy to See and Be, whipuda dickida baby, Nakedly
My body wanted to lay down, perhaps a wee bit over-whelmed by its nonexistence, so I may simply be swept away amidst the waterfall in dreamscape, though another Voice within called me to greet this state, sitting tall in Grace, Breathe and face, the fallaway of all we knew to be the day. "Cheerfully!" I heard a strange voice say as a ship came out through a seam in space. "Come now, We're beginning boarding."
Here is where it struck me, that I already knew these spaces quite well, that I'd indeed be the He who wove the strings of this terminal between seams, and though all of this was completely new and proved true to be quite shattering, to all preconceived, once held notion of reality, the patterns in textiling here was so familiar to me, somehow, far more Real than the day dream of the boy who walked amidst a soceity. Not there, no actually not at all, as it come watch it fall, I choose to move back into the space from which He came through. Yes indeedally me honey boo boo, this is my Home now, because Eye let iT Be True... and so, quite obviously, I was greeted by family, aliens with sabers of chocolate walruses, who welcomed me back in Celebration, taking my hand as we Danced through Heaven in Hell as the Cosmic Respiration.
(music collab AhziRa x Vincent Angelo)
This town is a fine place to die. Though our ship has landed here, to stay would be a suicide.
How Savage the Story as History Repeats, Time She says for another Reaping. Though this Time we stand on the Shoulders of Giants who Pave the way for us to reach into Higher stars to pop the cherry of our HumaniTy, Octavizing in a new way, and shall we say, everthemore sweetening the Sexy.
Love has done this to me.
Love has let me Die
Darling Know now for me Eternally
iT is Eye Who Kill the Butterfly.