ATTN: Deficit Declaration

Ascertain the devices of literary magic.

Access the demise of modernity.

The deception of advice is sometimes sickening

because of the prize of prosperity.

A certain set of spices, quite scientific,

always quiets a mind's sensitivity to

the reception of prices. Autonomy is

always free. The crisis of society

is assholes in high rises who spout slick

absolutes. The lie is spared on me.

My inception spliced it's way through thickening

brainwaves and I defied cries of piety.

Atrocities will diminish. Remain hip,

as true experience will distinguish yourself from mediocrity.

Deliver your astonishment with wit.

Devilish grins astound the majority.

Admonish the demons of the crypt.

Astral wonder directs stray ships toward glory.

Decry the anal shit.

Deny the deity.

All will die when 

it arrives daily.

Some will see death isn't it.

Death isn't ugly.

Arrive in doldrums and spit

awful dreams we can't see.

Design the angels.

Don't allow me

to advocate for dumb people who sit

and wait. Advise the wise to build cities

where downtrodden advance

down on the avenue.

Able-bodied and driven souls wilt.

Abandoned and derelict people plead insanity.

Deliver not anguish.

Divide up divinity.

I Felt the Field

When I hear the herd,

the obscene scene scream,

the line blurs between

dead end and dream.

Is the next plane plain,

a different planet or more

of the same. Will colors form

through rain when light

breaks apart. In vain,

I wonder. As I plunder

each dimension,

do I understand anything new,

or do I just stand under

nothing with you.

And if the latter is true,

can I climb those see-through rungs

and ascend to something blue.

Without succumbing to

the dreaded few.

They that become more and more

Without regard for the ocean floor.

Where we've been before.

I'm pretty sure it's a pretty shore.

I'm pretty sure, we'll miss time galore

but fuck it.

Regret is what life is for

because getting over it

makes you feel better than before.