Sculpted from minerals and then the spirit flows,
with- in the spears of the peers,
the tools dissipate, prevaricate, or precipitate,
Ooo! I hope I'm not to late,
I know it's all too soon,
take your time, have my lines,
you can have my life...
No, have my line,
metronome causes metaphors,
and meta-morphs the white dwarf,
before it was ever mine,
What's on your mind?
Ya that's...I feel it to,
cat snatched tongue,
so I only practice what I speak until it's all done,
and the mother reclaims this body,
and this love is on the cord,
it's all according to the course,
but I won't plot on you,
trot on you,
the white tailed fox,
shimming, shinning, shimmering, shivering,
Oh now, don't be so cold, don't be so froze, don't be so...
so, I guess, I'll just pretend,
to be so tense,
to be so dense,
lucid screams from the screens,
the likes of which I have never seen,
could never dream,
could never know,
may never go,
my never nerve,
I'm tattling a tale,
like the whales that siren from below, zero kelvin, two, one?
And the zero comes again,
it's a sin, to be this tense,
I guess I'm tense,
It's just pretend,
with the tenacity to blank out,
I'm just thinking of something I never knew,
It's never new,
it's just remains,
it just stains the hour glass,
What's in our glass maybe it...?
maybe it's a fight?
I hope the war ends,
I can be reacquainted with the moon,
or the sol,
or that one,
I may never know...