MaCRonI
11-06-08, 12:09 AM
A Choir of geysers puncture the earth like whale blowholes/
Our Minds a spiraling centrifuge of thoughts to create a cerebral cosmos/
Peopled by rusted zinc hieroglyphics painted with neural wells of ink/
I need only to think to cause them sparkle in lustrous blinks/
Awakening Separate galaxies of my genes interactive capacities/
manifesting wells of keen logic nebulas assigned to confines of reality/
the cropping of wisdom are explore in my dreams, gazing/
at oracle visions of my subconscious suspended in animation/
in the gothic surface area of my dormant imagination/
synthesizing multiple sensation creating waterfalls of impulse/
my thoughts relocating like the migratory patterns of a seagulls/
saturating every tectonic plate of logic I land up in/
my melanin invincible to the sensation of pain like vicodin/
dream-piloting astronaut high off a universe of imagination’s narcotics/
Mirages of logic goblins caking my neurotransmitter’s pistons with deposits/
Of reality, From feeling like I was smoking green the color of spawn’s iris/
To falling out of my levitation in meditation like a wise psychic/
Skydivin’ to a backdrop of night’s yolk broken, freed from inside it/
The dawn of a new sun taking its first steps beyond the horizon /
Our Minds a spiraling centrifuge of thoughts to create a cerebral cosmos/
Peopled by rusted zinc hieroglyphics painted with neural wells of ink/
I need only to think to cause them sparkle in lustrous blinks/
Awakening Separate galaxies of my genes interactive capacities/
manifesting wells of keen logic nebulas assigned to confines of reality/
the cropping of wisdom are explore in my dreams, gazing/
at oracle visions of my subconscious suspended in animation/
in the gothic surface area of my dormant imagination/
synthesizing multiple sensation creating waterfalls of impulse/
my thoughts relocating like the migratory patterns of a seagulls/
saturating every tectonic plate of logic I land up in/
my melanin invincible to the sensation of pain like vicodin/
dream-piloting astronaut high off a universe of imagination’s narcotics/
Mirages of logic goblins caking my neurotransmitter’s pistons with deposits/
Of reality, From feeling like I was smoking green the color of spawn’s iris/
To falling out of my levitation in meditation like a wise psychic/
Skydivin’ to a backdrop of night’s yolk broken, freed from inside it/
The dawn of a new sun taking its first steps beyond the horizon /