[spoken] (fries are warm and every choice ripples waves, I tend the garden in the unseen-ah, patina grows where light has been..) [Intro] Tumbled in the quantum tumbler, the tide making edges lost to endless grind. Sea glass born from broken shores, frosted smooth with time’s design. Each wave a cultivation, every grain, granulated by the ticking hands of time. Patina dust tempest shifting sands fax-in-the-rhymes! [Verse 1] Subatomic seeds in my marrow. I water them in silence, shadows rearrange. Entangled roots through forgotten timelines. Pruning doubt, collapsing maybes into rhyme. No greenhouse glass, raw field exposure. Wounds become the yield, scars polished by years. Quantum cultivation.. I’m the soil, I’m the seared seed. [Pre-Chorus] Layers stack like sediment in bone. Oxidized intentions overgrown. [Chorus] Quantum cultivation, personal patina. Gold rust in all directions, times compass refine me. Every failure’s verdigris, triumph leaves its sheen. I wear my timeline visibly.. this patina is the dream. Waveforms intertwine, farming constellations in my mind. No pristine surface wanted anyway. Beauty in the weathering.. the wear that makes me stay. [Verse 2] Hammer intention into superposed states. Half-broken, half-ascending on the razor’s blade. Patina thickens on my forged armor. Copper veins and turquoise from the storms. Observers shift the outcome as I evolve. Cultivate in silence, multiverse dissolve. Singular worn soul.. imperfect and whole. [Bridge] What doesn’t tarnish never truly lived. What doesn’t crack was never opened. Let the patina speak.. the only honest archive. I am the artifact. I am the archive. [Chorus] Bronze blood starlight fused in my signature. No sterile shine.. beautifully corroded. Quantum cultivation, old selves fall away. New layers brighter with decay. Unseen garden where probabilities collide. From the wreck.. the truest version rises. [Outro] Patina.. Patina.. Every molecule remembers.. I am the garden of the rust. I am the shine from the grind. Timing of trust..
