The Genius of Degrees when Separating Feeling from Me Observing N cumulus∿clouds Rearranging skies changing Like Weather & Temperature Rapidly wavering like Gold Schläger does to my Vision B flickering like A strobe That causes strokes, awoke 2 hear snickering 'cause I Jumped out after my shower
N a Rush as if I Am racing Golden Wind when on Sunday Runs, because I B caught N A reading rut, and thought Fresh air & my sweaty hair Could be the cure I needed As 2 Clear away Nü∿Despair But N my hustle and bustle Forgot 2 cover myself with Cotton cloth I hang online Like a virtual laundry day
Meaning I B running 'round My hometown - junk hanging Out and about like a spout As they begin 2 shout then Start to either run away N Fear or 2 stand absolutely Clear and stare at my bare Nethers, §till B Wondering From whence do I originate Treated as if I B alien Me Quickly followed by asking Why I never wear underwear Or care when they're there
For they are oh-so unaware I come not from the ground Like a dust bunny - rather I B Divine so B Descendent Of celestial bodies acting Like Me, 4 I B, 1 of §un's Many §ummer §ons Whö now B
Drifting downwards N Angel Dust or Lucifer's Lust for I already found those holy Stairs 2 lead Led 2 heaven High like my zeppelin full Of hydrogen used 2 fuel my Fool loitering N Me as I'm Floating through Beautiful
Cerulean Sky, above Violet Seas seen only by Me and B Full of witches which keep Trying 2 lie 2 Me and make Me think maybe I think not Whenever floating above my Stone Ocean N search 4 ödd Volcanos & hellfire Throne 2 make N2 our halfway home
Like Purgatory Observatory Where clones go 2 atone or Provide spark 2 start like Ignition as fission begins ÖИΣ final fizzle, §izzle∿N Sounds B heard around when Fission finally switches 2 Propper conclusions called Nuclear fusions 2 clear up Confusion radiating out of Superstitions forming N2 Ü
KID§ ИN transition sent on Suicide Missions, baptisms Of Fire flowing N§ide lyre As reality §pin§ & creates Chiral causality 2 contain Chaotic Calamity inside Me Like daedra choirs singing
Absurd Discord now cutting Corrupt constructs from my Good §on Whö'd already won Yet kept on going beyond 4 Although already achieving Infinity, §till B plenty 2 C so why not continue this Day time Causality deep N2 Twilight's Kite N Midnight
Flight like I Am the third Wright brother, full of Nü Jet fuel, much better than Regret & sorrow - Whö ever Decided day must B over if The sun sets before you're Done as #1 §on and §till B N our Time now B4 §üM∿FüИ?
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