Moment of stasis, temple of Isis,
Sturdy freezing iris, a bleeding fragrant iris,
Beauty capable of taking the crown from the head of Osiris,
Skin tinted green from rage, jade, and the envy of silence,
Violence given rank and file among emaciated prices,
Destruction compounds the creation of the atoms it entices,
Tensile strength fortified and collapsing, future children grasping,
At straws stuck in awe, that the world outside their trash cans isn’t lasting,
Picture us laughing, picturesque, plain frame, binary mainframe crashing,

Movements painting watercolor dreams and pastel nightmares,
Breathing corrupted by the air, ease,
Mercurial stares freeze, impaired, flash bang at the weapons fair,
Paired not with the back breaking dares,
Instead furrowed brows and nostrils flared,
Silk palms nailed, to the wood of your soapbox failed,
To hold a pure minds distinction veiled,
Extinction of your concepts hailed,
As the creation of a mint flavored ale,
Intoxicated with power, over the feelings you’re drinking,
Linking the pristine, fisting your wet dreams,
Listing the findings consumed by the rhyme scheme,
Out shone by the lightning, riot inciting,
My means to an end doesn’t involve fist fighting,
But it can though,
Everytime I walk in a room I spot at least, three, ninjas ready to scramble,
The uppercut is coming watch my feet stroll,
Let the lead jab go,
Caught the rhythm in the canvas listening to the hook that’s two blows,
Float like a butterfly sting like an african bee hive,
Keep my feet wide and dig into the body that’s four more it was a combo,
Fake the long throw,
Samurai sword from your abdomen to your adam’s apple (‘pull’),
Your piss smells as strong as mine,
But these eyes yield a divide,
That is ill equipped for the task of forming bonds with the changing tide,
This pseudopupil is a compound eye,
Pivoting around the reflecting truth and lies,
By a factor of seven with in five,
Millimeters of extinguishing lives,

This is the matrix if there is no spoon then there are no rules,

Stale weather, better, letters taken to form,
Humidity, Persephone, left gutted on the board,
Brothers running each other through with boar horns,
Lochness drinking the pooled cess begging for more

A pack of vultures circling,
Paints a target on the back of icarus burning,
Picture Hermes, serving the, king,
Because he heard of me hurdling,
The limits of certainty,
While lowering the blood curdling,
Screams to a monotone murmuring,
Unfazed by the gradual decrease,
Minutes turn to days and hours to weeks,
In your daylight dark streaks,
Wrap around the moving feet,
Of masses attempting,
To traverse vertical planes without slipping,
Make a living, off adlibbing, fitting,
Quotient understated, but recognized the prize and classification,
Patience is a bitter virtue to chew,
The glittering truth, blinds, fools gold,
No
Fools’ hopes,
No plans, just wishes, that time will move forward