Kalki - Dancing Leaves (Prod. by See Big) | Текст песни

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• Dancing Leaves (Prod. by See Big)

I toast to the divine within all of us
You’re the host of your mind
Like the Goddess is the host of these rhymes
Being modest is not the only sublime quality
Honesty is essential but modesty
In a world of carnivores is probably
Not the best of features
Don’t test my features
I’m blessed with the Aethers’ breath
My speeches best teachers
That quest within their reach’s depths
I left them speechlessly bereft
With what I speak & etch
I’m a beacon celestial
The regions I explore
Are but the vestibule
Of the Goddess’ mansions
Flawless mantras
As flawed and cancerous
As my aura may be
Flora shades me
& fauna aids me
In my oddyssey
My baby was wrought to be
A boddhisattvic being
like what I taught thee
With these cosmic gleanings
Read the moss for my meaning
On the rocks in the evening
As you walk in a gleaming forest
teeming with gorgeous plants & trees
Advance & seize what I chant
as you’re seized in a trance
Hear the leaves dancing
from the breeze enchanting
The degrees of my answers
Are myriad fold
Like Sirian souls
in the farthest star systems
I spark wisdom
Spar with sharks hidden
In the darkest of prisons
Hearken to this rhythm
It’s art is but a prism’s refraction
of the waters
A fraction of the author’s depths
Don’t be a moth that’s left
Caught in the message’s
Lofty premisesI sought not your death when I wrought
this, what I sought was my nemesis’ demise
I rendered this to rise from the vestiges
& fly to the skies till I’m breathless
These effortless sentences
Are but a deathless entrance
To the breadth of sentience
The breath of densities of beauty
Speak sensibly through me
As restless & unruly as I may be
I’m tempered with the jewels that made me
Truly, I’m a baby in cosmic terms
But I’m ageless as the stars that burn
In creational pillars, I’m pacing my killings
Till I’m capable of healing & rebirthing
The dead, these verses are dreadful
To those who grasp not,
If you know then ask not
The purpose of my letters
I nurture to sever curses
into better worth
Clever words
But not merely
What I wrought clearly
blots the yearly topics
Of cocky theorists
I’m often leary
Of their thesis
Don’t be wary of mine
My rhymed speeches
Climb peaks
& chime metered verses
I read in cursive
Don’t believe in cursing
I believe in versing the Earth’s
people instead of searching
For church steeples
My worth equals
The burst of a lethal
Photonic ray
I’m an onyx sage
Mnemonic mazes
In my sonic pages
The farthest gazer

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