Northern Rainmaker Society - Aristotle

I'm Aristotle working in my dome
Until the light starts generating pure thought
Like a shot to the brain showering cosmic drops
Trying to get it out of my throat- nope
Not a Billie Goat, I'm a Gargoyle

This is why I think in threes
Juggling between 12:7:2
It's an angelic two-step to heighten consciousness
Where the points of a dial
Cast a shadow and after a while a New Order appears
Sun Galore, the beginnings of a folklore with a regimen
Keep the tech, I'll stick with the journal and pen
Use the tears to adhere and usher in an advancement of humans
A Next-Gen Spiritual Society in one accord
I melodically attune the Rainmakers using the ether
As a conductor to this harmonic symphony
No longer pity the poor or do away with the rich
Existence is play in your own doing so follow your bliss
And see the world bends backwards to catch up to witness
The creative life and all of its glitches
There is no end it's an infinite landscape a seed reaching its fullest potential
To bloom to soak the sun
To weather the storm

I'm Aristotle working in my dome
Until the light starts generating pure thought
Like a shot to the brain showering cosmic drops
Trying to get it out of my throat- nope
Not a Billie Goat, I'm a Gargoyle
Coming back from black
No faint or Saint just a Golden Doll with my third eye
Creating black holes using Flex Theory
Time dilates a light-second
You can call me Glitch
I'm dead on

All metaphors the cycle of power on and off again
Not so much a wheel of life I'm reinventing
But the coil of nature momentum generating
Where prime and even meet the one
A purple triangle coupled with a circle and a square
Detonates eliminates the inner hallucination
Of a ticking time bomb a twelve headed monster
Not from revelation or flipping the tables
But from the voices they're no longer silent anymore
Hope was knocking and love opened the door
Lifting me with open arms to explore the outer realms
Soaring over to the other side living in this boundless state
Where there was no time or space
Stepping forward, rocking back, then pivoting
Creating these doppler waves while echo locating
It's a dangerous game teeter tottering dimensions between destruction and the creator
This is why I've got eyes on my wings, I ward-off, while I resemble the predator

I'm Aristotle working in my dome
Until the light starts generating pure thought
Like a shot to the brain showering cosmic drops
Trying to get it out of my throat- nope
Not a Billie Goat, I'm a Gargoyle
Coming back from black
No faint or Saint just a Golden Doll with my third eye
Creating black holes using Flex Theory
Time dilates a light-second
You can call me Glitch
I'm dead on

Welcome to the realm
Call it the Main Event
Rest in effervescent the body's natural state
Initiate your life line, sublimate don't hesitate
The missing key - sound is light
Now travel through the vortex to the event horizon
A dimension bonded independently by this crunch
Head-phase, interface, wavelength when I concentrate
I pixelate the field as I sway I trail
When I go, "ooooh"
I heard the third bell, this time it's a gong
Holy sight, perfect pitch, now I'm cast in bronze
Took a hitch to the gate, by resonating a bridge from the bottom of my ribs
And I broke right through My cage - built a stage
Levels stacking spinal staircase from my base to apex
I maintained a single tone; one breath, one light, one drop, now I'm finally home

I'm Aristotle working in my dome
Until the light starts generating pure thought
like a shot to the brain showering cosmic drops
Trying to get it out of my throat- nope
Not a Billie Goat, I'm a Gargoyle
Coming back from black
No faint or Saint just a Golden Doll with my third eye
Creating black holes using Flex Theory
Time dilates a light-second
You can call me Glitch
I'm dead on

Written by:
Michael Gilbertson

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