Zepaton, Zepaton
floating in prismatic glare
Zepaton, Zepaton
clammy skin and desert air
Zepaton, Zepaton
pinnacle, humanity
Zepaton, Zepaton
it is you, and you are free
I couldn't say for certain but you wanted something different
something volatile and efferent, blistered
seeping through the seconds and diffusing through the minutes
something quick and painless, to the point and yet sinless, clean linens
something understood by every soul 'rapt in it
branching haplessly away from even our tenuous intentions
Until the only notions of interrelation, patient
grew similarly strained, and vacant
waking up in a crimson blanket cast
by burning embers singeing sweetly
cigarette smoke, neurosis, steeping
cycling through daily bouts of death and life repeating
And so I turned to rumination, inward dwelling, longing silently after countless prospects for the fire's quelling but longing then bent outwards, twist! And guided by desire's apparent pilot into an empty Pepsi liter, and an anxious backyard science
Into the whiskey-soaked desert my pilot led me, shrapnel and sentimental thoughts sporadically shelling, retelling passages of otherworld encounters, mysterious powers granted by fantasy, cannily capturing the fearfulness manhandling me
Black eye bruised, fingers stuck and glued, to our wooden booth I was plucked and moved, and carefully drawn in kaleidoscopic awe, by the piningly violent maw of Zepaton
Lingering high in the starlit sky, amid brewing clouds of scrying eyes, its intoxicating light and blinding size shed my blighted hide and bled me dry
My vessel then shone blue and in an infinite slew of cubes I ascended through every conception of "me" and "you" and past the farthest inklings of anything I flew
And the realm that I reached hung so freely, the culmination of a species' dreams - my body siezed, I ceased to breathe at Zepaton, it is you, and you are free
Cosecant astral glow, pinpoint the location
blue neon rectangles, aligned with lit purple
platonic pace will slow, adjust with cosmic pull
obliterate circles, slight universal flow
Corroded sunken bones, positioned at each zone
buried 'neath frozen shores, occasional blot spores
propelled with quantum ghosts, across all planes pierce tones
obscured by thick ozone, in orbit, space whales moan
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