unholy rhythms

♫ Cryst▲llized - Yatta

♫ Cryst▲llized - Yatta

We don’t acknowledge ourselves as frail and fragile beings -our skins taut like wet paper. Once shining and triumphant, we have now been reduced to shaking, feeble creatures of detestable habit. Legs refusing to move, eyes refusing to see, lungs refusing to breathe - we beg and coax our systems to function in vain. As we sputter and wheeze our breathless prayers - our knees knock and fold in resistance. Our once golden and vibrant strands of hair, falling, receding, thinning into small, unrecognizable nests upon our heads. Struggling to maintain our once lustrous identity. Golden kings of ages past - defiant, decaying ghosts. 

Cryst▲llized’s “Yatta” undulates and percolates while clandestine samples weave in and out of near celebratory, joyous, awakening rhythms. Sounds seem to blossom and shine - near blooming at first sunlight. Instead of recoiling, the instrumentation embraces and expands  - efflorescent and purposeful. Determined - majestic clusters foregoing all skeletal boundaries.

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♪ File under: electronic, magical, set adrift on memory bliss