Descendant of the walkers of the sun's melting surface,
Cult wordsmith
A grain of sand glowing from future furnaces
Swimming in waves of radiant energy
The case of the evergreens, succumbing to the flow of chi
I am just a black and brown polymer of chemicals
Expanding in waves like drums echoing from Senegal
Watching solar empires burn like hell-fires
Brimstone smoke, sulphuric souls ascending higher
I whisper to that dangerous silence inside the witching hour
A sliver of a silver light, anointed in night showers
Astral projecting and hovering over Roswell
I break bricks over break-beats, a classic gem like Orwell's
I'm unnatural, naturally
Surrounded by three angels as time curves in front of me
To trace the line of my birth, I'm both gifted and cursed
By a 13-fold gravitational wave when Luna finally orbits my Earth
Counting in tune with higher realms
The Likeness Of A Man,
Each breath connected to next, eloquent godhead
I out-riot the wild style, out-rhyme, out-flow the Nile tides
My squad, bright minds like Einstein
Darksiders whisper names with eyes wide
Fear, awe and loathing divided by thin, tight lines
I read between them perfect, overlapping circles
Flower patterns shaped like hexagons on turtles
I rotate slow, unfolding like growing roses
Directing the path my fire-chariot goes in
Peace to all the four winds, seven heavens in flames and lightning
Circle the solar centrepiece solo when I'm rhyming
Anchored from the spine, the sleeping snake soon comes awake
From the base, radiates energy that permeates a space
Breed obscurity on journeys embarked
My brightest thoughts hide inside the light
Like Thom Edison's fear of the Dark