Eternal Glome’s Intro section (The 5000+ poem that I wrote). Part of it at least

Lyrics:
Introspection whispers “inner’s- here”. I intercept with, “Silence…let Fear speak”. Now silence at its peak

Counted sheep in slumber in a Googolplex magnitude of black ones. In a bleak domain with an atmosphere of impenetrable black dust. Without a rush successfully before I was ejected, and fell to sleep with eyes opened counting none

With no conveyance of being perplexed or in disarray; reality is what I decide and order. Then ask the “pen” how was that for a flex? What’s next isn’t a test of my center of complexity

Inserted a fourth-wall before the peer at the other three. Have room to enter and store the teem of animals. Aligned them with their natural numbers plus one. Named this one “forever more” all contrived from imaginative lnk

Could have done it with altitude from the standpoint of my aptitude, but on either axis combined is shorter than a planck-length

Far from its entirety.

I’m suspected to be the host of the inner-body within an interlude passing through society detecting what will ensue

Intrude upon some notions of strong forces, but conceptually are meek due to proof being undetected

The world won’t reveal a secret of deepness in life’s platitudes of a blueprint though far, the star keeps me in the loop. Must have been a powerful thump. Or if in God’s hands at some point, it threw it

Almost everything rouge not every intention feasible. A plain of ultimate goals. Some unreachable. Apparently incalculable and extraneously inconceivable. Until it’s married with dynamic model’s conjunctions of new and old. That will entail if perception will be the same

Have the merit intact, compact and slip encryption esoterically. Enclosing odds in the holes that pretends things to fall in wherever one didn’t know it would go

I paint the Stage and its walls with chains. In this dimension anything connecting this field, is the function’s game to be played forever

Then let it exist. This is another zone a switch of a phase. Transform the Stage into charades. Closed my eyes to see. Imagined it all already, and can tune the sharpness

With darkness even I have sight, and my motion still governable. Journey planned, completed, and the wind has the same swings. In one night, I have more dreams than atoms combined in my sheets and covers keeping the same being comfortable. I have only mentioned my daydream after my night dream. The cycling has looped around, and the moon appears to be rolling over…

Eternal Glome. Intro (2:3).mp3

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