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The_Argyle_Album
Untitled (II) -D A Y : 4 1-
[sand silo anomaly] before the sand mound horizons sand-suns dust, flood plain lune and bound moons arising over night cycle scuffles, cyclic form in wake of dirt skies, clear reverence in why they forsake the old lies of a pyroclastic smear, gastric sallow coagulants scorching the last frontier impaling botanical implants inhaling toxic ferns and cannibalistic sea plants gasping mandibles and ruptured mechanical conflicts slough replica refineries through structured parables, grasping afflictions inside of me partible puncture delusions, an abysmal condition in which a fallible deity screams fear in convolution, violent upheaval and asocial devolution the seared moth, a wasteland eludes napalm and face scans, renditions of paradigms shifting land mass within temporal strands of the sun in retrospect of the aftermath afore day forty one, seconds before impact after the war has begun fire rushing thrusting combustion, explosion grounds trembling and the burning question to survive the flame in your eyes reflects an immenseness of fiery tides arising behind the heat and pressures too great a gesture of shielding your senses in an all out effort of not going blind but the overwhelming calmness of dying is measurable only by the brief acceptance of peaces inside and the sensation takes hold
Untitled (II) -D A Y : 4 1-
[sand silo anomaly] before the sand mound horizons sand-suns dust, flood plain lune and bound moons arising over night cycle scuffles, cyclic form in wake of dirt skies, clear reverence in why they forsake the old lies of a pyroclastic smear, gastric sallow coagulants scorching the last frontier impaling botanical implants inhaling toxic ferns and cannibalistic sea plants gasping mandibles and ruptured mechanical conflicts slough replica refineries through structured parables, grasping afflictions inside of me partible puncture delusions, an abysmal condition in which a fallible deity screams fear in convolution, violent upheaval and asocial devolution the seared moth, a wasteland eludes napalm and face scans, renditions of paradigms shifting land mass within temporal strands of the sun in retrospect of the aftermath afore day forty one, seconds before impact after the war has begun fire rushing thrusting combustion, explosion grounds trembling and the burning question to survive the flame in your eyes reflects an immenseness of fiery tides arising behind the heat and pressures too great a gesture of shielding your senses in an all out effort of not going blind but the overwhelming calmness of dying is measurable only by the brief acceptance of peaces inside and the sensation takes hold
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