Galactic Center

from Floriography by Taste Nate

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Galactic Center is the rotational center of your galaxy; star flower of light.


In my house are many mansions
Each hand holds an eye
Each eye holds a legend
Each room has an atmosphere
It extends to ring the laughing mirror
Get back into your actors chairs
Each room builds up characters

You enter new diggings
It unties your cold solids
It is pure and it's resounding
It's the dance you have
It's no folly
It's no acid trip, it's no molly
A propulsion with a matching strip
It clears out miasma
It's the draft that shifts in rose hips
It blows out the daftness
With out the road disaster
You want to get in at Max speed
The gestalt parts the whole piece
The Photonic belt
That holds the Soul key

Ecliptical winds that blow seeds
A star forms Sacred Tree
There are too many
tars within parceps
To deal with one Galaxy

Golden Gate around my neck
Galaxy running through my wrist
I come from nothing turn up
Pour a universal elixir
Front and center of my wheel is a real one
Front and center of my wheel is a real one
Pulse the center through the balance
In my dish
Wake the fire I collided I exist
Plasma running through my wish
Front and center of my wheel is a real one
Merging stirring turning into 5th dimensional

In every breath you take
Is a key to your reception
The energetic shockwave
They propel a service engine
Life is purpose driven
The wheel is directionless
Throughout every recession
It's your accompaniment
Dropped off the doing tireless
So you can carry on
The song with guided silences
It's the fire ball inside it's the
Three star equivalent
To the one that nourishes
The flower flourishes
As you find your galactic center stage

This voice is an instrument
The air reads
What that breath speaks
Words are picked so freshly
Record it mix then press me
On invisible tape
Each note is shaped
Like the feeling of shared intimacy
You are what you made up
Every breath free
You are what you gave up
To have what you are made of


from Floriography, released June 27, 2020


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