Seed State Slow Flipp

[INTRO — Seed State] Mmm… One becomes many before many become one. A pulse in the dark. A bend in the still. A shimmer before the river knows the hill. Not moving through space… Becoming space through motion. [VERSE 1 — Expansion] Rising… Riveting… Ribboning… Radiant… Thread through the grain of the day. Fold through the flame of the way. Every little ripple is a memory reaching, Every little current is a future teaching, Every little boundary bends when the burden is breathing. I see the stone becoming stream. I see the stream becoming sea. I see the sea becoming sky. I see the sky remembering me. [PRE] Stretch… Spread… Spiral… Widen the window. Stretch… Spread… Spiral… Open the horizon. [CHORUS] Out-verse… Outward… Over the edge of the known. Flow… Glow… Growing a road from the bone. Every dimension is turning. Every horizon is learning. I am not crossing the field. I am the field becoming. [VERSE 2 — Relativity Layer] Slow is fast from another mountain. Still is motion from another star. Near is far from another measure. Here is there from another arc. What looks like ending from one direction Is beginning from another face. What looks like loss from one observer Is memory changing place. River in the canyon. Vein in the hand. Lightning in the cloud. Roots in the sand. Same motion. Different skin. [BREAKDOWN — Compression] Pull… Press… Pack… Fold… Gravity gathering gold. Sink… Spin… Slip… Turn… Everything enters the burn. The wave remembers the ocean. The ocean remembers the rain. The rain remembers the vapor. The vapor remembers the flame. [BRIDGE — Inverse] In-verse… Inward… Into the seed of the whole. Curve… Curl… Coiling the fire to coal. Closer… Closer… Until distance becomes density. Closer… Closer… Until memory becomes identity. [FINAL CHORUS — Reconciliation] Out-verse to In-verse. In-verse to Out-verse. The river leaves. The river returns. The star expands. The star returns. The breath departs. The breath returns. Nothing disappears. Only perspective turns. [OUTRO] Mmm… The canyon is a frozen river. The river is a moving canyon. The future is compressed memory. The past is expanded seed. And somewhere beyond the names… Motion continues.