The Black Sun
Think of these thoughts as limitless light Exposing closing circuitry of fright Think of each moment holding this breath As death minute in decimal
Oh boy, here comes the Everything Bagel!
“The Gate. The Path. The Light. The Door. The Candle” sounds like it’s listing more syllables of royalty (“The Glory, the Tower, the Flame, the Diamond, the Blade, the Mind, the Beast”) but there’s supposed to be only seven. Interesting.
Light LEAKS through the CRACKS. My mind is BRIGHTER than it EVER was. THE HIGHER I RISE THE MORE I SEE.
Fascination is another loss, just as dread. To truly ascend, one must walk the path between. She just saw too much at once
The trick is to stop fallin’ Only option to start with a step, bet
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Think of these thoughts as limitless light
Exposing closing circuitry of fright
Think of each moment holding this breath
As death minute in decimal
Oh boy, here comes the Everything Bagel!
“The Gate. The Path. The Light. The Door. The Candle” sounds like it’s listing more syllables of royalty (“The Glory, the Tower, the Flame, the Diamond, the Blade, the Mind, the Beast”) but there’s supposed to be only seven. Interesting.
Light LEAKS through the CRACKS. My mind is BRIGHTER than it EVER was. THE HIGHER I RISE THE MORE I SEE.
Fascination is another loss, just as dread. To truly ascend, one must walk the path between. She just saw too much at once
The trick is to stop fallin’
Only option to start with a step, bet