rotors unwind dense sound takes an alibi, wind turbine flow transcends from air to water, temperament to temperature prevalent the aperture turns pastors into pasture, from the ground we grow to the ashes we return, dark lines waver an immunity to wavelengths, my mind stays focused thoughts torrent every full moon, I howl into the introspective drawn upon this Ouija board, my left hand determines the path of an awoken, it's bipolar here both of blizzards and humidity, fidelity of the opiate dwells an infidel, parasitic conscious reveals the apocalypse, locust break off this skin both human and ghost, scales are an imperative of pleasure, scented of the lotus fenced off because they'd rather privatize than leave nature to rearrange who we are to be.
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