I know it isn't like this. Stop, hit the light switch,
spite a likeness fly a kite for the first and final fight this
bite might leave a mark but I won’t let it make me contrite
that’s sleight of hand in the fight to
be a man. A slightly non-standard atlas on which I sketch a
plan Standing on what I do, at the crossroads
of what I want to and what I can do, I won’t
It’s all just walls to slam through
I hate to be rude when I
Loosy goosily boost through a slew of floozies fluidly
spooning food for thought to fools lost in their stupidity
clue ‘em in, maybe make ‘em something different
You can buy a ticket on a train of thought with two cents
Shame the same can’t be said of rent
Unless this rap thing of mine begins to get some wallets bent
open, if it doesn't I’ll end it beneath the ocean
cremated and mixed with the ashes of my poems and a slogan:

“We are god, god is motion
Time is the mind, movement is notion
Movement is notion
Movement is notion
Movement is notion”

As I move through the space of possibility given to me
I reflect on what we can’t see, slanted oblique
in relation to sleep with cold feet despite
sun sheets, my environment doesn’t often match me,
until I realize viscerally, my environment is me,
I vary infinitely when I’m finished the particles
in my articles of clothes won’t be different from my flesh
decomposed into compost, yo-yo six feet low
growin’ under snow until the sun glows and my
carbon’s in the water flow, and I can see a ghost
in the river on the slope where the water flow erodes
A record of the universe consistently encodes
within itself. I decode how it bodes, like a modus
operandi made of openness and honesty within a transparent economy could make us
what we want to be Indeed the walls could fall tomorrow and we’d all be
better for it Moving forward privacy is eroded by the
torrent of technology, no more forced apologies
in all that dirty laundry it’ll be hard to see a reason
Needle in a pain-stack, people in pain attack
Punishment often curves the cycle back
For all the faith we lack in the killer’s face staring back
in regret, we have to let our better nature pay the debt
Forgive and never forget the connection shared
E=MC^2