I wonder: I'm pondering
I'm wondering why I'm wandering
I'm processing my conscious with consciousness, then it pauses and it's gone again
This little cla** metropolis could feel like the apocalypse
It's the opposite; It's conjured an
Obnoxious sort of problem and
I'm solving; acknowledging the positive with homynyms, causes and consonants
My emotions are still. I let them brew in my head
Given both of the pill, took the blue and the red
I' m in both strata. I'm so scattered. Don't hold back
I wrote that on the note pad and I know that that's old hat and it don't matter
I'm so glad that I'm immersed in the verse
Cursed with burning personal hurt
Purging under earth serpents that lurk, then surface; emerge from the earth
Divert purpose; reverse the first courage to curse, than return to the dirt
I'm an individual, indivisible. In the visual this differed mystical
Is conflicted and invisible
Different Isn't criminal. I live with sin within and winning principle
We mostly rattle domes
Spitting flowing Baritone parable wrote for battle tones
With the tragic poems for broken shattered homes. That's the close up tattered hope
Of division prone castles or lonely scattered bones that are thrown
Half way backward lateral to travel toward the open catacombs
Those emphatical to victims; pitiful. So sad that most
Are apathetical to typical, political criminals; twisted, hypocritical
Mixed up their decisions; just throwing in what's pivotal
As dissonant residual to drift in the peripheral