Frederick B. Ponder - .glitched mystics: cloud 6. ☁️ lyrics

Glittered whispers of a youthful cloud, wallow in a water-colored orange-crème dust. Substantial grey royals hold a shimmering mystic, that vibrates each clock in the glitch of an instant. . .. ... .... ..... ...... I fall into my aura, accompanied by an elephant's hum: What a patient journey on the way down. My subtle mouth no longer shares a frown. Majin matter slowly grows soft and round, Fixed in position and steadily bound. Teasing a burst of all tangled structure, But my mind must be destined to astound. Catch this collapse as soot fills my lungs. I meant to catch my breath instead. Fumbled thoughts hang by a thinning thread, while neural remedies dangle me. My presence is a canopy. Initiating a severance to slice through to my sanity. She cries, "act as my Tangerine