I CAN ONLY HEAR WHAT MY MIND CREATES NOW
The stats of fire in anguish,
The relevance of inquired pain,
“Control the unhinged,
apprehend the unseen.”
But, sometimes I like to talk celebrity.
In comparison to the rational,
the type-set is wholesome.
Awkward and two-fold
is a path into the “other” where.
I step inside the “reason box”,
and liberty steps out?
A transformed term for rancid.
Like a car-part in the rear view mirror.