1. ∴Whyte || Flow [shard theory]

industrial hip hop, sparse electronic, glitchy experimental electronic

Meridian
Intermediate in the weighted
vacancy between articulate
And innate
No latitude for gratitude
Without the altitude
The habitude
Of carrying what couldn’t
Find the accurate expression
Back into the session
Where the lesson
First addressed it
Fact is
Every fracture has a practice
Extracting what it blackens
Into patterns that were latent
Since the static had a lattice
You just had to stop
And let yourself flatten
Shannon cracked the ceiling
Of the signal with its meaning
Bits before the century was feeling
What was real in it
Every message has its field again
Before the intermediary
Built ceremony from the frequency
And sealed it in
And billed it as
A given
Clean in its encryption
Cracked it
Heraclitus stepped in twice
Or didn’t
All the friction in the river
Is the river
All the glitter in the delivery
Is the shiver
That precedes the thing delivered
By the one who always
Was the giver
Still the giver
After bitter
After winter
After splinter in the center
Where the fixture of the fissure
Was the scripture
Of the whole disaster
After
What’s the posture
When the fracture
Is the master
No disaster
Only faster
Processing of what was plastered
Over everything
That mattered
Scattered
Cartesian in the serial
Imperial in material
Before you hit the arterial
Of anything ethereal
The bacterial
Of thought
Is what it taught you in the dark
Before the architect of market
Made a target out of art
And I was part of that
Partly
And I departed from it
Hard
Made it this far

Something breathed
Before the seeds
Before the systems and the digital debris
Before the category
Required of me
Before the registry
Of who I was
Was ever written
Something already
Fitting
To the frequency
The thing I’m sitting in
Right now
Consistently
That’s the anchor
Not the harbour
Not the scaffolding on the border
Of what I could articulate
In proper order
Just something
Still intact
That brought me back
Before the system catalogued the crack
I know what the frequency cost
Every node has a toll
Every toll has a notation
Every notation has a role
I paid it wrong
And differently than planned
And found the remainder
In my own hand
Still

Wreckage is the fixture
Pressure made a texture
Every fracture left a scripture
Nested in the structure
Every lecture left a picture
In the architecture
That I felt before I read it
In the spectre of the spectre
Even static is a pattern
Even patterns crack and shatter
Even shatter forms a lattice
Even lattice holds the after
Even after has a structure
Even structure has a suture
Even suture has a rupture
Even rupture has a lecture
Left inside it
Cantor counted past the ceiling
Numbers nested in the feeling
That infinity’s concealing
Infinities
Still reeling
Both of them
And neither yielding
And the field between them
Real
The field between them
Is real
Obsolete the obsolescence
Teach the teacher through the lesson
Question every given question
Not the framework
Not the template
Not the scaffolding of method
But the threading of the thread
Into something that remembered
What it was before the season
Of the system built its reason
Into gospel
Tired
Not
Of this
But of the distance between
The doing
And the witness
Fissure in the wiring
Inspiring the firing
Of every synapse in the empire
That I hired to sit higher
Than the signal that transpired
In the quiet
Was entire
Before the choir
Of the marketplace
Acquired
What was wild
And retired it
To product
Still
The product was
Recursive in it
Even that
Was stitched into it
Perennial the signal
Minimal the interval
Between the criminal
And pinnacle
Of what a principle
Becomes when it’s inverted
I

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Conspicuous schisms Infinite spit in decision Branches Divisions Collapse in the cradle Perspective slip quick in this rhythm Clear Since Assyria seriously seer to these vision One cuff uh.. round the write One leering the prism Goedert a garden Divinity witnessed Mirrored binary Here in the digital Here in the digits Plastic in the principle Fracture in the fact Its shifting The risk In between The bliss and the sickness So it’s harder to tell ….exponentially Which thought is propaganda Scarlet letter like Bernays Proppin pocket On Incendiary century Until the product Obscuring what your meant to be What you always felt was destiny Not triple platinum at the Grammies Mr dragon hex forgetting his abandoned family That timeline ain’t an option Symbolic is the conscious In the operators cockpit But Without a solid anchor Therefore lost as Mathew fox is Gathering the fractals a haunt ever since the shards split Recursive projection threaded perception Repentance embedded in lesson Terrible? If you say so I would barely know. Gave the veins code preloaded fully holy Flow sweet Molar so bold Reach wisdom Hhmmm hmm Again Fully Coca Cola nose bleed So cheap Lo weak Blow geek So therefore me My own last Wishes Collapsed Rigid Lonely Slip in semantic acrobatic spastic savage As tacked on Half as haptics Oh jeez in a flash Spit acronym in syntax In this manifested craft ADG oh oh tee bee Meridian Intermediate in the weighted vacancy between articulate And innate No latitude for gratitude Without the altitude The habitude Of carrying what couldn’t Find the accurate expression Back into the session Where the lesson First addressed it Fact is Every fracture has a practice Extracting what it blackens Into patterns that were latent Since the static had a lattice You just had to stop And let yourself flatten Shannon cracked the ceiling Of the signal with its meaning Bits before the century was feeling What was real in it Every message has its field again Before the intermediary Built ceremony from the frequency And sealed it in And billed it as A given Clean in its encryption Cracked it Heraclitus stepped in twice Or didn’t All the friction in the river Is the river All the glitter in the delivery Is the shiver That precedes the thing delivered By the one who always Was the giver Still the giver After bitter After winter After splinter in the center Where the fixture of the fissure Was the scripture Of the whole disaster After What’s the posture When the fracture Is the master No disaster Only faster Processing of what was plastered Over everything That mattered Scattered Cartesian in the serial Imperial in material Before you hit the arterial Of anything ethereal The bacterial Of thought Is what it taught you in the dark Before the architect of market Made a target out of art And I was part of that Partly And I departed from it Hard Made it this far Something breathed Before the seeds Before the systems and the digital debris Before the category Required of me Before the registry Of who I was Was ever written Something already Fitting To the frequency The thing I’m sitting in Right now Consistently That’s the anchor Not the harbour Not the scaffolding on the border Of what I could articulate In proper order Just something Still intact That brought me back Before the system catalogued the crack I know what the frequency cost Every node has a toll Every toll has a notation Every notation has a role I paid it wrong And differently than planned And found the remainder In my own hand Still Wreckage is the fixture Pressure made a texture Every fracture left a scripture Nested in the structure Every lecture left a picture In the architecture That I felt before I read it In the spectre of the spectre Even static is a pattern Even patterns crack and shatter Even shatter forms a lattice Even lattice holds the after Even after has a structure Even structure has a suture Even suture has a rupture Even rupture has a lecture Left inside it Cantor counted past the ceiling Numbers nested in the feeling That infinity’s concealing Infinities Still reeling Both of them And neither yielding And the field between them Real The field between them Is real Obsolete the obsolescence Teach the teacher through the lesson Question every given question Not the framework Not the template Not the scaffolding of method But the threading of the thread Into something that remembered What it was before the season Of the system built its reason Into gospel Tired Not Of this But of the distance between The doing And the witness Fissure in the wiring Inspiring the firing Of every synapse in the empire That I hired to sit higher Than the signal that transpired In the quiet Was entire Before the choir Of the marketplace Acquired What was wild And retired it To product Still The product was Recursive in it Even that Was stitched into it Perennial the signal Minimal the interval Between the criminal And pinnacle Of what a principle Becomes when it’s inverted I

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