descendant of the star-gates,
I\'m a plethora of indestructible sound waves,
my complex is fostered by orbital premonitions,
instill primordial instant-transmission,
grounded in a constant whirlwind,
train of thought provokes motion-sickness,
cool, calm and collective in the face of self-perpetuating hatred,
sobered to a stupor,
flickering, flashes, glimpses of fever dreams reliving,
shine distant,
liberated of subjected frigid imprisoning images,
to each is own,
troubled souls traversing mystery source empowered portals,
energy in motion,
climatic colorful emotions,
my mind is the canvas,
brain is the paintbrush,
manifested spirit, aligning distinct, imminent expression.