silver oblivion in the VvvvvvvortexxxxxxX

just like a falling asleep in the VvvvvvvortexxxxxxX little crimson throbbing stalk
i was the wax extincted pigeon, i'll never struggle, i'll never talk
only stab the dip and conjure that pulsing gloss inimitable purple and silver gleam
in the lilac snow, in the combine maelstrom, in your perfect stream
i've always been dreaming of carnivore's glitch existence in knob, knots, knowledge, gold knifes and berry steam
crushed in lanes of ice rig and ether, bizarrelly bloated into toxic beam
the wavy jaded jagged unpacker holds the unwitting float, i quietly hiss i am not your rot but i rock on a twig, i glare, i stare on him
oh how could i complete this vespa blue tunnel leam..
slow funnel, calling, culling, curling, are you browsing in the mountain meadows or looking for ladders in aflame puddles
are you sharing your jar with cycles and dyes or still flexing and trying to huddle
taste and test, breathe with plucks eyeplums and detest, rest, embrace the nest, taste, test, quivering fingers were gasping nerves
embryonic waffles were torching confistering braincurves.