Beyond Time of Mimics Verse 1 Complicated scenarios trying to make sense of it...

Words scribbled in uniform, blacked out by formulas... Dragged throughout space oceans of individuals... Laid in the mouth of propaganda... Lay down to surrender, to a form of creativity.... Beast in me releases symmetry... To something that can be seen, without following a twirl of modern century... Heads up to see the shooting star of velocity... As the switch is extreme through something unseen... But something seen with a naked an eye... Verse 2 Truth keeps beaming and going through a cycle of 3's... As catching, a holy ghost is up-kept... But turned as I'm not ready for that type of awakening... Enlightenment is temporarily disabled in this dimension... And I already mentioned that... Beyond time continuum is where I chill… Sipping Prana off the dragon’s spleen... What a constitutional remark made to mark... My words on paper... I'm not coming back in December... I have left and care to not return... My eyes have revoked to see... And my hearing aid is a delusion in all I project... Thus, I rather hang here and speak to my mentors... Verse 3 I opened up a vortex of deep oceans... Spark provides a devotion... To my emotional radio frequency to speak in a mimicking language... Of rituals… Provide another glimpse into this storytelling alimony... Congregate on change of weather patterns... So you won't recognize when the rain pops up on your dashboard... That's where I stay deep within your DNA of connecting oneness to nothingness of simple mindfulness… Leon Basin http://www.leonbasin.blogspot.com

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