Autonomy. Anatomy. 
Body.

Three words to describe the vessel of my being,

My spirit and particles which flow to transcend what we have come to comprehend through the lucid transport of the written word.

I am a distortation of the truth, the reasoning behind a truce,

You have to start looking at the level of the roots, to really understand the power of what I do.

But looking too long may see you lose your eyes, taken with your mind.

Like looking directly at the sun,

You could lose your eyes,
Glaring at the source of life.
This game called life with the endless levels of strife,

Of course to different degrees,

But if you care to disagree,

I guess you’ll be stuck on your knees,

While I stand to try and live a life many would die for.
Soak in these words as I promise you, they’re vital.
~Zupe