Casting a wide net as an arachnid
Against the rising and setting sun
With the poisons coursing through my veins
Becoming the nuance of dream
How esoteric this all feels
Against the skyline from a rooftop
We are the tryst of entourage
We are the dream of influence
Nocturnal west coast kingdoms
Awaken in the tension of belief
Meticulously methodically
Emergent assault and violence
We are as siblings
Woven of a kind of liquid
Transcendent of nature and tech
In venomous movements
We awaken the fires of action
In tears and conflict and strife
wings spread against the backdrop of The ghetto
only to taste the suffering of the earth, like a whisper
haunting me through the halls of club to warehouse to club
and the affairs of the moment have become all I know
in such a way that the dream
and the reality have become inseparable
I yearn for the days when it is not like this
When the empire of what we are to become is made visceral
As a dream of transcending ferocity
Like a static sizzle of contention
In visions of a future æsthetic
I see a world woken and new
Consumed in the sound
One in the vibrations of the universe.
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