full metal alchemic
lays hands on the world to cure pandemics
in between shows
sil glows when my digits enter into it
the fire inside is like fluid
that is made to keep us all alive
the cornerstone kid
in the midst of a lifetime bid
spectators gather around just to watch me
sing while i'm winning
more than Curt Henning
spinning in the throws
any which way the wind blows
i goes along
serendipitous is a must to adjust to the thrust
gravity protects me
from turning into stardust memories
scattered energy
lost in the infinity of it all
grab a mask from the ancient gallery
and walk down the hall
in the wrong direction
you could find me in the hectic section
where i get statuesque to avoid detection
hyper observant yet wholly uncertain
triangulate for life
still working the angles
count on me to be consistent
even entangled i am not resistant
if i seem distant
it's just the concentration
on my vertical integration

the painstaking creation of a rainmaker

situational isolation
seems to be easing in
just as slick as it can
time to enjoy an ode
to the melody of the modern man
here i stand alone
i can see for miles
and i must close my eyes
they tried to hide the guise
like an optical illusion used
to confuse the nuisance
the hangmen make new nooses in preparation
it takes a nation of millions
to cut us some slack
meanwhile they stack the odds
like Spartans with Persian corpses
and we must absorb that remorseless gesture
smile and nod
while they have the nerve to get mad
that we're not applauding
if i wasn't yawning i might put my arms together
to express pleasure in their endeavors
but i'm not faux
even with foes involved
as a young man, my riddle got solved
i chose to let go
everything from that day on
was an echo
there is no hesitation
when predestination is what you're facing
like a reflection
the most inescapable of all connections we make
spiritual intake

the painstaking creation of a rainmaker

double helix Phoenix arises
the code i noticed
was full of surprises
like the architect made compromises
settled for less
my reality is existence
right in the crux of a collative flux
mass inundation of the raw deluxe
this is a swan song to all of my comrades
who had a last breath
face down in the muck
i say goodnight and good luck
tuck myself in
and begin on the decompression
testing the waters
feeling surreal when reality feels like no quarter
the rhymes are executive orders
DoomsdayDevice to conceal the crisis
here's the prestige
bringing you back what you needed
and didn't yet know it
poetic justice
for lack of a better term
sequential cliches that i must unlearn
bury the experience
everything else must burn
when it gets all consuming
we must stay human
open the receptors as if you're 'shrooming
beautiful hues are looming like a phantasm
that materialized within the dar chasm

the painstaking creation of a rainmaker