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I tripped on the divine roots As I was fleeing from anything Now I, architect of spirits From albino-light to hell-light Scripting cortex design’s deluxe What a bird brain too dreamy Enfiguring continuously new continents From Pangeas to Quaternary A new Sun, an extraterrestrial abecedary Walkin’ way distant n’ starry Lost miracle driftin’ thru’ the interstellar night Here I stand waitin’ to blend with the aetherial veils
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 5:05 AM UTC
Mystically Tumbling
I tripped on the divine roots As I was fleeing from anything Now I, architect of spirits From albino-light to hell-light Scripting cortex design’s deluxe What a bird brain too dreamy Enfiguring continuously new continents From Pangeas to Quaternary A new Sun, an extraterrestrial abecedary Walkin’ way distant n’ starry Lost miracle driftin’ thru’ the interstellar night Here I stand waitin’ to blend with the aetherial veils
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Jan 9, 2026 at 5:05 AM UTC
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