I'm glad that I am here in the depths of this hurt, I am reminded of my life, my very own life, This weight that is heartache that I currently bear, I'm grateful to it and the changes it is making, My face looks ever so different in this mirror, in this sorrow new strength, in these tears an elixir.
So concentrated solid is the perfect circle encompasses the ultimate irrational zero space housing down the orbiting planets a standstill earth.
Ahead of seven seas so fluid is a muslin cloud in the air spilling down all the moonlight if the moon splits into half for that beauty spot there would still be a black moon night! The hidden gem from down the bottom of the earth splashes a drop of colour and sets the sun on fire!
Ever wonder if the potion in this cup gets down to half it does but only to get down to a drop of elixir. Without sipping in living with such a sound melodious presence up to the other world before dying one could die!
The fireflies lie in their graves, immortalized for their glories that paved the path for the tired souls that yearned to live, wired to the immaculate truth of life and to take one's soul off the knife.
Is it gone slipped out of the net the time is on the fly? Bask in the shadow is not too far, take a walk down the sun.
Let the firesome stands tall up the mountain of its colour splendour. The bumble bees know there are more on the edges of the spectral. The moon only dips in the black earth and scoops a black mole for every star!
The giant beauty in the night is more it does a matter what a wee hour you eye on! Scientists say the star vanishes in the black hole maybe it doesn’t want to come off the locks but how did Alexander the Great sniff out there was elixir on the other side of the pool?
A thought crosses my mind as if a moonlight passes a sleeping one that promptly wakes up and feels like showering in the moonlight the sky isn't big nor the stars are far but the planet earth by sea is bigger. Every star loves to slide into the sea in the moonlight perhaps the glowing moon on its forehead did it first! Squeezed earth breaks out where it apparently ends more is in the zero-circle, pi is transcended! Let's taste, he sets out for the end of the globe. on the way he goes, walks in chiaroscuro down the moving planets in light and shadow.
If the seven seas splash out in a lofty billow sets out on the cloud for the blue sky he won’t stop because the empty cup is refilled there is a elixir drop!
Up high the star in the black holes delights in locks deep down the earth the moon delves in a black mole. All is dark matter the light is over the burnt Mt.Sinai the only cool rose Moses down the fire is in an elixir dew, the watermark, from the untouchable a touching cue. The secret sauce of life just a glance turns the sun to brew the whole stars mirroring sea in the night slides into a dew!
Faire fondre au bain-marie En remuant avec une maryse Votre chocolat coupé en petits quatrains Dans le café Incorporer votre élixir de muse Laisser tiédir.
Prendre une rime riche Mise à tremper depuis la veille Séparer les voyelles des consonnes Fouetter les voyelles avec des mots pimentés Monter les consonnes en neige éternelle Avec une pincée de musc glacé Et fouetter jusqu'au sang Verser les voyelles dans le chocolat En remuant énergiquement Incorporer délicatement les consonnes en neige virtuelle. Mélanger doucement avec une virgule éphémère
Verser votre mousse dans de petits ramequins Réserver au frais pendant trois heures minimum Déguster votre mousse d'élixir de muse au chocolat Avec du melon et de la pastèque bien fraîche
Concepts orbiting in an isolated space The empty air smells like uncertainty Droning like distant dissonant shouts from outer space A train of meaningless code flows life-likely Through a pit in my stomach The darkest black hole is an orb made of heaviest matter possible Condensed and concentrated nothingness It's track is not set on a straight line Neither is it blurry It's thin and wiggly It's cut to a thousand pieces Scattered through time and space And I have built an empire upon it called life And I know it will crumble under its own weight Spires Spikes of life called memories soar high on a brittle foundation And at the core Overloads and explodes A single node Overthinking and overheating until it blows Functions recursively until it breaks Nothing flows
I look back Still nothing
Written while listening to "The Faust Tapes" by Faust