The title says it all, this piece will take you several reads to catch the metaphorical mastery inside of it. You have been warned.
sex words connection, it's a lesson
ED with the MP3 disection
A TV, phone call to your visions
see these songs bangin in your hearin
Opposite of irony like not ironing
spit shining things, my mind is drying
Alaska's ice box, yet I'm not cold
a yeti in the snow of the mind it's gold
nebula sectors, sections of sections
disection of the disector, a question
What am I thinking, what am I saying
wearing polar clothes, but I'm sweating
fire encased in ice box as night's sock
numbers appear and form a white clock
I put my hand in and burned with dry ice
so why fight, colors are but mere white light
thoughts are shape, geometry is born
the pencil is scorn, and the pen is torn
Mathmatics, science, try to apply it
type of ice that makes lab mice violent
Lost between verbs, crusified on lines
I bleed red and white, with written rhymes
thrown to a fire, and burned so long
now my ashes of logic are so long gone
connect thoughts together like the word like
highways as born, comma's are the turnpikes
electrical impulses through the pain
really lets you know if your insane
If your insane, Then I see your thoughts
complextion of skin are cells of brain parts