[What would you do within infinite time?
Where you could go given limitless spaces.
Why did the body, develop a mind?
Who's in control of interpreting changes?
When does a soul find itself in the spoon?
How should it know what is proxy from phased in?
You're out the window, all tint showing blue...
...lights in the sky over subterfuge cages.]

Monster, monster, staring out the intro.
Ponder, ponder, carousel 'til schizo.
Fostering a conference, every positive a fee.
Every set a condemnation to the vagrant abscondee.
Every sacred secret weightless where the cogitation breathes;
through variably shaped glass encased by concentric rings.
Brings the question up of messengers comprising your being,
or how reckless to molecular it is to not be...
-aware, of the constant. Aware, of the monster.
Karma's not here, only you and the doctor.
Only move is a long-shot, it's casual & cognizant.
Looking for the few thoughts not so despondent.
Monster, monster, parse through the contents:
cardinalized in echelons of carrion to carnage.
Carry on 'til caramelized & eyes are icy fondant.
And time, just like that sugared spice, dissolve to every quadrant...

Quadrant...Contents...Filtered under numbers...
-underneath the astrosheath, imaginary umbra.
Constance...Quantum...Spinnor clusters conse-
-crated via matrices, imaginative wonder...

Wonder what the lovin' breeds.
Sometimes, lackadaisical.
Otherwise disharmony, is something that the brain just do.
Wanderlust and colloquy insipid where the frames don't move...
-shuttered eyelids wash the beach and savor every granule.
Manual, labor, pertaining to the cranial.
Looking outside from within,
feelings spin to radio.
Dialed in on radii,
get serpentine in ratios.
Cycling through all designs as all of space and time may know.
Maybe though, not as complicated if some gates are closed.
Not as obfuscative if the Matrix share a common code.
Cannot overstate it, half is made of your intrinsic notes, the other half, like Baphomet, a total sum of cosmic nodes.
Complex, loaded by cerebral cortex, only I-
Know, motivated, associated, emotional-
-weighted neural trains of thought that train your thoughts by notional-
-composing in the sulcus, very cogent "What?" & "Why?" 's & "How?" 's.
Ousted every moment that it don't throw in the towel, like it's proud to play the dopant...
Soak the soul 'til versatile.
Stoke the coals and burn it down.
Turn around...woke up on the sofa in another town.
Cold, lonely domicile...

Halfway to nowhere, I still remember.
Quotes from a nightmare; "Now and forever."
Co-chair to Rat-race. Ribcage austempered.
Don't stay, as one place for too long's surrender.
Say all the same, where there's flame there's ember,
when it's late December and snow plays dementia:
Stow 'way your cares and stare out the window...
Which, though, story does it wanna represent? Oh...
Monster, monster, moving on the film roll.
Deep, dark, ugly "Me" so suddenly instilled.
Doctor, doctor, Coup de Grâce of pills thrown.
Grotty personality we seem a need to kill.
Fill dirt, feel Earth, count up every second.
One, two, three, four... more to every segment.
Want to feed your, head?
Get out of bed, kid.
It's medicine to meddle the Infinite Specious Present...

Keep my back, against the wall, always.
Rings of glass & lens who sprawl, all ways.
Clean my tracks from Aleph Null, all ways.
See you back, amidst the call, always.
Keep my back, against the hull, all ways.
Rings of glass & lens enthrall, always.
Leave my past in Aleph Null, all ways.
Dreams who crack, my crystal ball, always...

[What would you do within infinite time?
Where you could go given limitless spaces.
Why did the body, develop a mind?
Who's in control of interpreting changes?
When does a soul find itself in the spoon?
How should it know what is proxy from phased in?
You're out the window, all tint showing blue...
...lights in the sky over subterfuge cages.]

Infinite Specious Present

Infinite Specious Present  [INSTRUMENTAL]

Professional shit polisher. Lyrics are in descriptions/on rhymers block

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