Picaflor - Into the Heliotropium of Heaven's Hallucinatory Heart Hologram | Текст песни

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And so it was the tenth day of the seventh month amidst the seventy third year of the twentieth century, Anno Domini, when the swell of the silent sonic storm arrived, countless miles away from the solitary tree, at a caravan moving slowly West across the aeolian sands of the Siberian desert. A great assemblage of myriad tribes made up of many diverse peoples had banded, some on foot and others upon the backs of tamed and bridled panthers, pumas, leopards, lions, tigers, jaguars, and cheetahs. Together they formed a formidable protective mass all around a palanquin of such strange beauty that its least attractive quality evoked the feeling most often succumbed to upon beholding the breathtaking characteristics of Gothic and Mughal architecture. The vehicle’s cabin was attached with densely entwined silken braids to the middle of two Maiasaura spines with ends resting upon the shoulders of several dozen tall and slender men with long dark beards and wearing pure white ankle-length bishts and keffiyehs. Accompanying these diamond-eyed porters was a whole host of clowns, jugglers, acrobats, equilibrists, contortionists, stilt walkers, plate spinners, globe rollers, hoopers, chapeaugraphers, fire eaters, fire breathers, fire dancers, sword swallowers, knife throwers, strong men, magicians, and side show freaks. Countless men, women, and myriad combinations and deviations thereof, were scantily clad in various presentations of milky white erotic attire, pierced with studs, rings, bones, precious gems, and scarred, tattooed with black and red tribal war designs and vibrantly colored images of the peaceful and wrathful Gods and Goddesses of every spiritual tradition. Some were in cotton and linen and others in silk, satin, lace, latex, and leather. Straight, gay, lesbian, bi, metro, curious, and so many yet-to-be-labeled and others simply unlabelable all prancing around seductively in bustiers, chemises, body stockings, babydolls, thongs, g-strings, garter belts, and with whips, chains, clips, ropes, cuffs, rings, gags, dildos and accompanied by a swarm of countless lime green luna silk moths hovering in the spaces in between them. It was all burlesque, vaudeville, pantomime, and tableau vivant.

A large ornate parasol covered the roof of the palanquin and the four sides of its cabin were cloaked in clandestine layers of lush royal purple velvet curtains adorned with long golden tassels dangling all along the edge of their perimeters. As for the mystery of the passengers, the palanquin’s eternally enshrouded desert hajjis, or the enigma of the most notorious untellable secret ever told, well, this is the answer to a riddle so radiantly empty that it is forever revealed in the very absence of its own revelation. It is the unveiling of a spiritual epicurean opulence, unrecognizably hidden within plain sight yet so obviously revealed in our utter blindness that it is known more intimately to all who behold it ignorantly than whom we have erroneously come to believe ourselves to be. It is the secret of the universe. The only secret that has ever been whispered and the only announcement that has ever been exclaimed. It is the deafeningly silent Word of God. From the void, through the void, and to the void, the “Ah”, the “Aum”, the “Amen”, the ”Allah”, the “Alleluia”, the breath that begat the peals of the seven reverberating vespers. The secret silent song of the tinkling bells that arrived in the sacrosanct cabin of the holy palanquin at the very heart of the sunset-bound desert caravan.

When the seven waves of sacred silence penetrated through the veil of the royal velvet hymen and into the carcair of the holy hesychasts, their eardrums rattled like perfectly tuned copper tympanis stimulating the oval window of their spiraled cochleas. This caused the mechanically gated ion channels to open swiftly, depolarizing the stereocilia which resulted in a receptor potential that released neurotransmitters through the voltage gated calcium channels. The motion of the cells was converted into electrical signals that rolled out

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