This hard thing.
This machine in being so intricately
The consciousness and it like the strongest magnet inextricably together
But of a fabric that leaves no string
So close-this thing
I protect it and feel through it
This life my whispering brief utter mortality sealed to it
I am broken when it’s broke I kneel to it
When it gives me a sentence true I’m fluent
But the Word came and now i flew and it’s clueless
His blood broke it I’m already dead to it and it’s death is translucent
So body death can’t touch me you can’t do it

It only takes one person to put a people into shape
But why waste when history has shown a shape to be the wrong shade

Rhymes and poets fear
Words never used again
Never after perused in the certain chosen manner used my friend
I’m talking the kind of abuse that to a behemoth rail car, a black rattle can do my friend
Poets and words they utter and converse let others beware as to not become bywords
I’m talking the such utter ruin of relation
That certain words and poets never spake again

Imagine being behind black face
In 1950 give or take
I wonder if then I was a child if I’d think unfair race
Back of the bus and education I don’t dare taste
They’re stepping over me while yelling there stay”
At my expense-their way
We lay down as stairs for their staircase
I heard in the future they’re blocking airways
The passage of time carries airwaves and lifts future voices
Vehicle for wisdom and denounces familiar white noises
I want to love the white man but his pride comes with poison
we’re neighbors though and my thoughts could more readily be avoided

Put my heart on the beat and make the record not skip
Boost the pompous confidence tell them they’re not ish
Do you’re homework and tell me the progress of the projects
What pro paints a picture with light like project
He all knew us before the onset
Choose wise and edified and flaunt it
Then rise because the Son sets

Off-end me offend me offensively condescending
Go neckless to a gold necklace
You say a spine is impediment
I move when I shouldn’t my slow mind got lead in it
I’m trying shifting seeking sifting dredging
Next thing next thing
But. It. Wont. Let me
But it’s coming into detail next to me
My peripherals riddle me...unsettling
Make my chains permanent I’m peddling
Outshine what you set on me
Turn gravity when you step on me
He makes sense of messed up thing

Closing my eyes asking why while the worlds whispering die slow
Stumbling my existence my bumbling be but watch my roll
So deep into my thoughts something reminiscent of my comb
Honeycomb molasses slow running home with multitask list
Though no well pointed eyes with patched tips
America profound stupid wit it’s tragic
Dumb folly hum passion with plenty ration, passive