Ahem
I wrote this on my way to work
One Sunday morning
Yes.. it was cold out and
Well you'll take from it what you will

Every time the eye presents itself
My mind separates and slides in every whichaway
I feel inferior when I’m inside the tide
The lies begin to dissipate
The motion rips my stomach open
And the vibes incinerate

Hurdle out and start to ride
Along the tide’s periphery
A sweet gentle motion of
An ocean through my viscera
I begin floating as the lotus opens
I’m on pins and needles

Needless to say seas
Will part when I breathe
The ides in symphony
I’m simply sinking in the centerpiece
Every word spoken
Just defibrillates the enemy
As the landline rings to soothe
His losing tendencies
Every single rhyme
And every breath is venom endlessly
Up the intensity to rectify the entity
To up the music’s density
Inject the serum chemically
Thank you! Thank you!

I’m guessing every venture
Is an entrance through a hidden key
Pick apart and pull the weeds
To prove the use of brevity
Shoot the eagle through it’s beak
And feast upon the energy!

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