Blurred and twisted my world is shifted it's not the same

I'm off my flip, I feel cold like a coffins frame

my spaces change..and so do the faces names

All is engraved..still the same.. are features that have haunted ever since I was a minor...

What does he speak of is it really that minor?

I indoor spit quick metaphors heavy-ore then a cave of iron ore..pre-historically historical am a tech-dinosaur..

am kind of a connoisseur...I think of often more...and mostly for specifics..open doors to find the leak of crickets.

speak of what we eat I call it cheese and bisects...you must be getting jumpy I can hear the ribbit's

Mash up little snippets simple digits...words and phrases I'm a chemist chemically inclined, Mentally declined.

I think she needs space so I say read between the lines. Squeeze a lemon from a lie call it sit-trust..to double check please elect a witness.

Now get shocked like a hit stick...flipped with my mines thoughts that are clouds which pass then precipitate...rain drops fall down to participate in the puddle...

Instant is a rebuttal...quicker then space vacuums..or a blast from a space shuttle...hmm it's all subtle..suddenly coming by as if it were to apply to my simple human vibe.

Who is you...who am I? That is thee outstanding surprise, I speak to leap with a pride that wouldn't normally subside in my daily life...rarely I speak I just leak what I have inside.

If this catches your interest great..if not...well better luck next time...here take a glove..try to catch my next line_________