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This episode of the 'Cult of Psyche' podcast features a spoken word/poetry performance by Psyche, exploring themes of divination, cosmic consciousness, and translating pain through symbols and mystical experience. The performance is a deeply personal and emotional journey, using vivid imagery and symbolism to convey the speaker's inner world.
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Observers see the surface.
/// within ∞ The Current
Browse era →Green and the black like a signal flare. Letters orbit my breath.
I'm drifting in the midnight ocean. No floor beneath the starry noise. They're up in zero gravity motion like wires learning how to voice.
The symbols spill like meteor rain. They skim my skin. They leave a trace. Lightning stitching through my veins. A soft apocalypse on my face. I don't read the future.
to raise me back. Every cliff, a little doorway in the dark. And when my eyes go and roll, the silence starts to talk. I got room in my veins
on my name. When the voice starts to sing, I translate the pain. Hold me in the black out. The cosmos overload. If you can't find the words, I'll call them in the flame.
I used to be a quiet planet. Keeping storms behind my teeth. Now constellations crack my panic into patterns underneath. Every mark is a
memory bright. Every spark is a hidden line. I'm the spell and the satellite, the receiver and the sign. I don't chase salvation. I chase the home. That electric ancient
language on my tongue. When the night gets heavy, I become the current strong. I got room in my ve on my name. When the voice starts to
sing, I translate the pain. Hold me in the black, I'll go. Let the cos overload. If you can't find the words, I'll call them in the flame.
Zoom in. See the storm web on my skin. That's every time I said I'm fine and swallowed it in. These symbols aren't random seeds. There the map where my fear finally
meets something bigger than me. Say it with your hands on my heart. Say it like a spell. You believe
I got room in my veins on my name. When the voice starts to sing, I translate the pain. When the sky turns loud, when the green goes holy
wild, if you can't find the words, I'll call them in the
green and the black.
And I am not afraid.
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