Transcendence is the natural extension of a divine space time bending light in all directions. An impending blending befriends me, then lends me a dependent levy of unleavened bread and tea. Dot the fucking i and cross goddamn t, because i'm overflowing with abundance of joy a plenty. But it's heavy.. too heavy, or perhaps even three heavy, but to me, too heavy doesn't seem to be anything but uplifting. 

Casually Gravity is grabbing me back to my seat and reality. I don't ever want to leave, because  gradually I see happiness release into a reprieve of defeat and dopamine. It seems I'm beat but never fuckin broken. Cloaked in hopelessness, floating in opiates.  Soaking in a frozen drench of ecstacy and postponed sweat.

So im shivering wet. Begging the sky to open up and make me dry. I'll admit ive been thirsty more than a handful of times. My commitments and lies have kept me right, but do i feel wrong.... do i? Im not real sure, im confused and sore. I want to roar, and live life. But at the same time i dont really feel chained down, because im right where i want to be, right in the clouds. Right where destiny has planted me, to sprout into a red wood tree. Like only the best could, im truly free. 

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