Under this cover of elements, my being in spanned to every similarity In essence, I am the reflection of carbon, oxygen, and memory in the eyes of foreign cries Because , of course, cries have eyes, legs, and skin Of course all things abstract, as inanimate as they may seem, live, die, and linger In the construction manuels of breathing creatures But this breath, toxic and hidden, is the secret gamma ray that pierces All that are sound of mind Even the soft asylums are sound in mind, In the way that the prisoner never feels guity The simple configuration of everything that is irreplacable is undiscoverable to the proclamed genius that put forth the idea that one person can never be one with themselves I beg to disagree as I am complete in my mind, as my body is a line of connection to other minds But connections break and tangle when raped minds and misused bodies Violate the sweet ether that thoughts and words travel through To drench in a rational solution, Is usually never the answer to a psychologically celestial question Thanks for taking the time to read my giberish
