Atmospheric Discussion

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

 

bones my man ... were you on acid when you wrote this?

 

Nah, just the fun bud and some quality time with a park bench