Out there in balmy glassland
The senses are quantized, coded,
Filtered through prisms, short-waved,
Dialed into thought, purified of hope.
Electric phases of feeling spectral,
Absorbing others, emitting ours,
Reflecting choices magnetized,
Fission of dreams, pulses of scale,
Blindness a virtue for the dispossessed.
We talk in frequencies, long-waves
Scattered through motionless time,
Acoustic billiards, the nebulous song,
Intercepted by receivers of love.
We are the energy, the light,
Children fractalized by white,
The colors escaping, mixing, diluting,
Sequences of experience broadcast
Through mighty Kalachakram,
Ommmm, the divided we stand,
We the distracted, we the perverse,
We the souls iterated by each transform,
We born of white, we children of light,
We are spectral, we are colors.
The senses are quantized, coded,
Filtered through prisms, short-waved,
Dialed into thought, purified of hope.
Electric phases of feeling spectral,
Absorbing others, emitting ours,
Reflecting choices magnetized,
Fission of dreams, pulses of scale,
Blindness a virtue for the dispossessed.
We talk in frequencies, long-waves
Scattered through motionless time,
Acoustic billiards, the nebulous song,
Intercepted by receivers of love.
We are the energy, the light,
Children fractalized by white,
The colors escaping, mixing, diluting,
Sequences of experience broadcast
Through mighty Kalachakram,
Ommmm, the divided we stand,
We the distracted, we the perverse,
We the souls iterated by each transform,
We born of white, we children of light,
We are spectral, we are colors.
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