I just wake up and I write
At night
And in the twilight
I am the owl
In the eye
Of the tornado
Anthracite
I burrow under the ground
And in the crown’s contorted coffers
I’m still lurking around
‘Tryna’ figure it out
It could be China
No doubt
It’s coming down to this
Imperial
Delirium
Bacterium
I claw it and I clash with
Magisterium
Experience
Appear when it’s too real
And when I’m feeling too
Hyperion
Then put it to the pit
And then the wavelengths I emit
Become the vanquished on the pages
Merely smudges I omit
And mark ‘em whether
In the netherworld
Or heavens
It is hosted
I still summon subterranean
Relationships I’ve ghosted