Sinking down my how itz grown, I'm falling descending Into the shade of the womb
A transition in my life, where time breaks down...
Her sound echoes allround, to sonically paint this portrait true
Until i'm Left in the depths, A maelstrom i can't escape
So i bide my time in what is sublime
Untill the line i rhyme may take her breath away
The EXPERIENCE of a riding inside a hollow barrel or tube is one of those times where time itself does seem to slow down as your whole perception is fulfilled by the beauty,the energy, the life you feel it for a brief time while you are inside this twisting and contorting slab of oceanic machinery and so it is in this moment where you feel connected with everything...
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