Been taking a hard look in the mirror
Doubled over in vain now, I see
Real eyes in view of a self, less truth
Opposing view makes me, we, old + new
Echoes of recycled frequencies times be four
Reversal of multi D chess played forever more
Raving entention in kool, brat; a giant need.
Ees won, I knew in revel, bellowed
When + blo ew em - serum wars ginsopp'd
Rouf be - emit sic, new a erf, baby cer of wanes.
E-*** merrier of bay alq. used atil in for lazer
E-more nerves of feed, glow a lit now of jovial
Rammed time eng- wen? A fyre - popcorn
Mrow + prom amew, borrow more invisible
Ear now I known nu faery prut a quiet need
Borring extremiton nu Rennof Dellonoy
Rowwing t'us eng mows or introos beb varies
Wham + brew "snusm" "paron" used, wrex nuisance
"Eau won" I know in from burnt tulip wasps
Barwind extremits un insit of gellous
Bommered time, blue, urgent, ere nulsep pep, no nom
Marrow from sinew borrow n'song max unico
Een may I bluem ni prar prisit julip moxy
Ramoled farmer un nu ank I ******
Kindled after a listless smoulder - seen anew and relit
Knifebled after a liatlass amonger - been anamed riled
Truly believed the stories + the path I was on
Lumyn poppening in lxs starts + idle bolt I musiq
Anow alike alot enough, beget arrowing encircled
Juror alive slot emandy perdot beremit uncut
Fiesty nudge across spacetime + winding
E man unend snares stomping + mindgrow'd

Eiheurmentated - gleerage

Jahous - yaos

Eiayeeae

Tiiyaee

Teiyaruh

Maiyeae

volcanoes in la palma - the hands of the deities
... The Disturbance Storm Time Index sounds like a great song name.. but kinda scary for a world phenom.
what if pathetic fallacy was the quantum effect of emotions on a collective consciousness?

It is known.
That it's time she get grown.
Weaved all the woes.
From her head.
Down to the toes.

We are done this now.
The collective shifts.
The ebb and flows
The tearing of rifts

Breathe, baby.
Boom right through
Done with wavy.
Finding true to you.

She hurt
More than her share.
Felt burnt.
Clothes torn; left bare.

Rise girl
From ashes and dirt.
The sickening swirl
And deathly flirt.

Died before.
Can never live again.
Washed ashore
More than bargained for, sure.

Body should've worked...
It's no excuse.
Lost in the lurk
And constant misuse

Begging for time
Or something good
Sticking to rhymes
And worrying; brood

I know so many stories that aren't mine,
that won't make sense to anyone? Fine.
I have tales, that can never be told,
by those alive and dead, those so bold.
There's a reason I only try to help
'cause I've heard so many people yelp.
No reason for us to hurt so
more than you? no
Tried to do something great
Got lost in ideations; big mistake
Apparently trauma can make you better
If you don't sit in it and fester

Meet the maker inside
I'm sure you'll find
inside you just as any other
the holy spirit resides

why does a spirited one
have to go ghosting around for others
if she's too invisitble to be seen anyhow
when nobody ex-spectres the un-ex-spectered

she rarely gets invited out either
when she can be so scary and goes boo

most just want to put their ***** in the holy
'cause she's been worn through
but what they don't see is that anyone else
could be just as shiny, too.

Did that so long that she became a ghost in tthe streets, the sheets, and to her too.
So, what else is a poor ghost to do?

Her glory wasn't ever broken.
She doesn't even change
I think it was just efforts
that allowed others to find her page.

Turns out it was 42,
in the choose your own adventure story,
but so many people seem to find that page,
either trite or boring?

Something about more colours
than what an eye can see
and christ-all-eyes'd action
is a consciousness upgrade for humanity.