isolation drills again
where we pretend stances are chosen
and we’re not frozen in time
crystalized right before the eyes
of the comprimised
where weakest minds intertwined by design
to blind might find everything in vain
if they remain in the grips
of a broken chain that’s
branded upon the brain
tried to explain the details
of my User Lain debasement
or something adjacent
back to basics in phases
redefine the basis
before permanent hiatus
is the placement
we’re encased in for show
cautionary tale we inherently know
of a local armageddon
what is the appropriate setting
if we’re heading into evenflow?
some were inspired to dream
of flat tires i’m told
ready for the fire
and trapped in the cold for a spell
saving’s account at the bottom of a well
wishing this shell of a man
had energy for one last stand
but it’s not in the master plan
ran with schematics so problematic
they stalled out the task at hand

what we do is secret
and it’s done nonstop if i see fit
unlock a mystery achievement
one more time
watch as i testify with these rhymes
autobiographic documents
in the midst of trying to simply exist
innocence from inside
the great divide
giving stimulants to the residents
erase all evidence
trace elements
artificial intelligences
the mission, validate my intuition
free it from a prison the world imposed
when my eyes were closed
momentary lapse of reason
hurricane season is over
let’s pop a champagne supernova
to the memories of our enemies
separate ‘em out using more degrees
than the previous six
that were already mentioned
call upon the mother of all invention
for a little bit of assistance
off and on but for now it’s on
sorta like hittin’ switches
for a makeshift juxtapostion
in addition to a realignment of
what the complacent would consider defiant

half-dead types searching for halflife
just like the ones outside
the accepted realms
letting out Wilhem screams of pain
mostly in vain
hearing you say that
you would never break the chain
is a memory kept in vain
there’s no need to maintain
the arrangement leaving us caged
in our own regret
seemingly settle for less
blind man guiding our way
through a vision quest
with the subtle art of suggestion
diving right in with the intuition
mixed in with zen
like the most delicate
blend of elements in development
deja’ vu as a gift
for the chosen few
to keep them subdued
some kind of hypnotist
hitting us with harmonic resonance
making it fit
even if it won’t naturally mix
and at first attempt runs amiss
love at first sight of eclipse
non-fiction conniptions have me
convinced to dismiss
any sense of ignorant bliss
open myself to this tryst