Seven-Eleven Halo (Cosmic Remembering)

Verse 1 Astral Projection The hum of the upright milk coolers vibrates the soles of her sneakers, Low, generic electricity grounding her to the cold linoleum. Honed her mind like a weapon Outside: midnight air smells of ozone and damp, slick asphalt. Inside: the sharp sting of bleach and stale, burnt coffee. Starry eyes turned to heaven Overhead fluorescent tubes flicker at a frequency her teeth can register, A stark, buzzing glare washes over rows of plastic-wrapped pastries. Lost herself at the seven eleven Her fingers trace the cold condensation on the glass pane, Leaving clear, dark streaks through the fog. Fluorescent lights and questions Searching aisles for a lesson Her mind is unspooling, pulling away from the physical frame— A silver thread snagged on an ancient, cosmic needle. Something in her chest kept pressing Like a second resurrection Pre-Hook She said she on that real shit The glass door swings wide, exhaling artificial air into the night. Can you feel it The mind fractures outward, scattering shards of blinding light into the night. Haven't felt it since I was a kid You stand by the register, counting out crumpled, faded paper bills. Sippin truth from the id But the currency of the soul is spent elsewhere, burning bright into the night. My crown got popped like a lid The government mapped the brain, tracing the edges of every maze. Couldn't stop it, I hid Yet they couldn't trap the wild, unmapped spark that takes flight into the night. But you can't run from within You wear a new face, James, walking through a city built on old bones, But the original fire stays hidden, buried deep out of sight into the night. Verse 2 Time skip The pressure builds behind her breastbone now—a sharp, physical expansion, Like a balloon inflating beneath the ribs until the sternum aches. Mind slippin again It isn't panic; it’s a sudden, violent, catastrophic remembering. You forgot your mission again The ceiling tiles dissolve, revealing the cold geometry of a simulated sky, The grid of the city is just a smaller fractal of the governance above. Born into the same old skin Her crown, invisible but heavy, pulses hard against her temples. Different face same origin You cannot flee the architecture built inside your own skull. Searching outside what lives within The body is just a rental car parked idling on the curb. You been here before The driver is ancient, steering through a dozen heavy lifetimes, Just to arrive at this specific counter, under this neon sign. You'll be here again Realizing the exit door was always unlocked. Hook Same river different name Same soul different frame You keep coming back the same Till you remember why you came Can't run Can't run Can't run from within The light was never lost You just forgot to let it in Verse 3 Gravity center Anti reality bender She cracked the code Returned to sender Every life she failed to remember Every fallen flame reduces to a pile of gray December ember. Every flame reduced to ember The geometric truth they tried to scatter lives deep inside her. Rises back in late December Every previous life she failed to fully hold or remember, Now echoes in the rattle of the metal ice-machine provider. Rises back Bridge Government made fractals The geometric truth they tried to scatter lives deep inside her. Intergalactic particles of matter The crown remains intact, a ring of light they couldn’t shatter. Every truth they tried to scatter Now echoes in the rattle of the metal ice-machine provider, Intergalactic dust and heavy, unrecorded dark matter. Lives inside her The crown remains intact, a ring of light they couldn’t shatter. Always had her It was never theirs to possess, never theirs to pull apart or have her. Crown intact Intergalactic dust and heavy, unrecorded dark matter, Turns its face from the pavement, looking straight back toward heaven. They couldn't shatter What was never theirs to have her Outro Can't run Can't run Can't run from within The fluorescent hum fades into absolute, ringing silence. She remembered The smell of rain outside finally breaks through the store's threshold. She remembered What she'd always been The body remains standing by the aisle, holding nothing but a receipt, While the consciousness settles into the quiet realization. Not the body Not the lesson Not the seven eleven Just the light Temporarily trapped in a convenience store. Just the light Just the light Turned back toward heaven