Boombap Savant -- Moonwalking

pages to remind me that time has passed/ A fault line between sleep and wake, the desert shakes/ The sun bakes sand to crude glass and steel, as directional mistake/ Blooms into metropolis, touch ground to swoon the richter/ A habitat in iron jungle, L-trains are boa constrictors/ The sun shatters into stained glass, the moon is a mile high/ Standing at the corner "where the hell" and "am I?"/ Feet callous wandering dusty streets, pass a mirror, no reflection/ A disected section connected ...
Author: literarydevices; Tags: Boombap Savant Edward Moses AMS Almighty Liam Bird Eshr Organic Flow Prog Progressive Hip Hop abstract Urbana Chicago oak park


















