Sizzle sweet beatnik,
Sentences translucent
Triptamine-influenced mindset more fluid

Techno-druidic architecture intersecting grey matter
Sip a cup of tea poured by the mad hatter and splatter random

Hail Eris and piss on centralized power,
We going off-grid lyrical Jackson Pollock here for hour seven

Seven chakras
Seven colors in the rainbow
Seven continents used to be Pangea, so the theory goes
But no one really knows, we’re all just pissing in the wind
We tear it down to build it up again

Lose it all so you can win
Shift the baseline
Shift spine to the bass line
Sizzle beatnik, sizzle
Slip along toroidal-shaped fabric of spacetime
Let go of mind and just glide
Reach the infinite inside
Ply secrets from obsideon tessaracts transdimentional
The consequences are inconsequential

Words cast in liquid metal,
Meddling fragments of fleeting insight recognized and tossed aside
Nothing can humiliate like pride

Why?