black is the screen that so transforms you
alchemical celluloid
no matter how vast the darkness
a light shines within the void
flying high
toward the sun theres no return
the wings of love shall burn
wait for you to wake in dreamland
suspend disbelief, and open up the sky
focus on the moon, silver screen
orbiting your mind
for thought creates this world
cinescreen, cube of space
align, geometric grace
sowing an esoteric grain
mechanized overload
pre program digital soul
calling you all will be explained

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