Smoke billowed from the depths of the definitionless.
Bright highlighted mellow violet
Blue rays, parallel. Yellowed skylights
Joy- simplified, to capital consumption.
but though there is nothing but absence,
uninterested in emotion. I say
“Take hold of me
the beam of sound in the neon Lounge.”
encompass then cloak that feeling of...
Give me a voice. Give me a night or life
fill me from the pit, pitiful passions.
I am out to dry in the back where the crowd doesn't sway.
Vaporwave, Beat of the stage
moths to a light and embrace.
Saucers hover above, engage.
Bask in beam light,
descend to abduct us from rain
from pain, from inmotion.
Deliver us to Nostalgia.
Apathy, transformation from midi to unity.
Uniform, hivemind. Serie circuit uncut
Nature resurges emerges unveils. lightning static-elect. Trick.
exposed by smoke. Mirrors.
Revealed by vibration, shake the air.
My ribs collapse
bounce and sing.
Noise washed away.
Music calm. I’m still. I’m restful.
Nostalgia and dreams the same drug.
Too much clock till the drop
and highs above
We lie down at the end of the day.
Sophisticated, but propagated still.
Swoon chant his name: Spectre
Gray. King of the Vaporwave.