CHRIS WARDLAW DARKWORLD 2013 LAST WATT RECORDS

PALE HORSES OBSERVATION TOWER

I: LENTICULAR CLOUDS II: VEIL III: OPPRESSION IV: VOLUME KING V: DISTILED

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Brilliant lenticular clouds. Deep in a particular pool at your friends house. Saucers layered on a steep peak. Amazing flavor, a tasteless present. A cold gift while you burden me. This new possession, So heavy. Advanced cement boots. Strapped to my feet like your holster Teasing me, glued to your belt. This eye, the empty place in a funnel. Down I go for you, Reaching an extreme velocity if you give me the boost, I will ask, but only once. Would it pollute the purity in this power struggle? So much exhaust from you, Running on submissive fuel. Shame, it is above my space. If we were in a garage, You'd be dead by now. This clear and resistible body I am a new part of, Reminds me of you and your oppressive heat. I am fit to sink. Finally cool.

Sowing seeds for a higher research project. A shapeless blue subject, I aimed to increase the size of her veil. A light turbulence was enough to diffuse me. So sensitive, No good. These thin films of ice project on my bodys screen. Sicker than a cold citrus fruit, Thin rind, Less juice. Trying to eat what hasnt grown yet? So foolish I thought was my uncharted sweetheart. It takes a certain man to love what he thinks she doesnt know. I see that your radar is broken too! Here we are, Alone, uneducated and vilified. If she knew that eating blooms would make her you, I could look up into a deep aurora with certainty, And say to myself, Please continue to digest potential. That which has already bloomed will spoil with the seasons, Disposed of and forgotten. Jealous of the untapped flow.

If it was not for our associates, We wouldn't be a company. Just several undulating variables Two more half turns backwards for each component. As out of sync as we have ever been, The condition it had previously informed us about, Is something certainly older A dollop of extra concrete. Condescendingly obvious and insensitive to our ignorance, We are handed a note with a chiffon ribbon Saying we are already a part of a system And that you will eat the mold of the lower level For the rest of your time, In the waiting room. How can we learn if we don't read the book? Stop latching onto a team of crumbling relics Who solved once what we must know. We are addicted to getting told. I am addicted to getting told. This is a continuation of my oppression. This is our oppression.

Blow back a tall plank, Spring towards the ground. You pierce the flow aloft, Sport it like a crown upon your head. The Zen you have gifted me, An awakening. Should I try to reclaim the king? Maybe I will relieve him, Become him, or replace him. Bathing all his trials in a basin. Washed away the publics opinion, So mine can be appointed To the altar of this glass church. Melting all my followers in the sun. To be alone as a ruler seems so normal. Measuring my subjects as a liquid, A volume, A conglomerate is easier than a bunch of ones together. Killing them and assuming that its over. And done with. And barely even there just as my conscious is reeling. Peering over what i have become. As a king As a man.

Came out of hiding, Now I am a thinner man made out of focus. Fill a cradle with false births and unfinished lists, Push it off the tire swing of your youths confusion Accept me as the singularity. Distill and synthesize my ideas like a logarithm, Proportional to the rate of humanity As I increase, So shall you. I am half of a guide, but a whole of a thinker. What does it take to create a creed out of a gift? Many hours of seemingly untranslatable wisdom, Humbled by internal pain. Sustain your abilities, loop through existence with grace. Life is an altered state of consciousness. I feel enlightened. I have let go. Everything is beautiful.

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