Sip. Behave. Your fresh heart

Tilts behind the iron canopy;

Shading the day, but not the night

A fugacity of gadgetry, vanity, a fallacy.

A planetary rhapsody of spiritual stagnancy. “Rationally” atrophied by science.

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Ribbon rewards for gears unturned 

Rid the castle of selfish beasts

Spells return for magic is learned 

Give your hand for your heart to feast

Retrieve your passion, and fondness of soul,

Radiance and beauty, our capacity is whole 

Commence fetish, and spacious tenant

Speed free, to see, know and teach that the universe we live in, is an idea, shaped by our collective perspective’s reach. 

Nothing in the cosmos, how ever wide it’s boundaries may be, is separate from anything else. You see?

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It is rhythm, it is sound.

We are the wind on a forest of pine. 

Organically transcending the idea of space and of time. 

Tie your self to the sky, and to humor. 

Seriousness is a game played by humans, 

a fooling of one’s self.

Reach into the palatial expanse or your perceived extrusion. 

Televised confusion, viewers blind, abuse in fire burns as light.

The height of endless power, the smell of dead love, 

The spreading of desire, a spire proven tired.

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We grow energized and entrained from lifetimes lived.

The experience grows you, and you learn to give.

Torrents of destiny fire down your canyon

Untamed and substantial for its source is infinite. 

Ever-present, ever-growing, ever-living, ever-knowing.

Expansion out of zero and into one.

A universe behind every vibration.

A collection of gifts. 

A spacial and musical shift.

Our collective grace and gratitude, 

Will manifest shared harmonic lifts.

-GKT