[Certain]

syrup skin. tasting maple sugar coating a branch
milky flesh like fallen snow in the grass. folkloric romance
iron lemonade. paper acid hydrochloric, entranced
by the sound of it. it's counterfeit. please pour me a glass
choke. nostrils run a yolky yellowish tinge
keystroke letter syringe. soak. she wrote a heroin binge
leaking larynx fluid onto canvas for paint
savage and saint. eating passion fruit and masking the pain
candlestick imaginative on paraffin page
lighter fluid nightmares help me live for the day

I loved the balance here between the sweet and bitter/poisonous liquids. Maybe a little too obvious but strong and naturally written, while keeping with your usual cadence. Something to remember this verse by.

set to engage. neon thunderstorms ecliptic invasion
while i'm building walls to keep them out of papier-mâché
it makes me anxious to say this. but i'm fading away
scared to face the finale but it was only a phase
time to reevaluate the roads that you've taken
when egoism overtakes your social engagements

Vintage dead man. Such strong diction here holding together these loose concepts.

ambrosian the plates, tectonic monolith shape-shift
mass recolonization. anthropological matrix
kafkaesque, the jaded. it was a novel mistake
allowing me to occupy this column of space
microcosmos retraced. manifest the marvelous. wait
let me let it breathe. take a minute. pause and replay -
for honesty's sake let's all just admit it, we're fake
i'll take a warm bullet over heartless embrace

The first half of this quote seemed like you were going through the motions of your style a bit. I prefer when you pull out of the abstract and make statements like the last three lines of this quote. That's you at your best, in my opinion.

starry your gaze. stacked like Giza's architectural slaves
Pharaoh pheromones. Imhotep's ancestral remains
the only conviction that never led me astray:
shoot the messenger but kill the one the messenger blamed

This was solid but unremarkable. The fact that you betrayed your cadence a bit leads me to believe you liked that messenger line more than it was worth.

stasis still provides a rather comfortable state
cuz every step forward is a step in the grave
can't help but feel like everything i write is in vain
because it never feels the same. the worst addiction is change

A bit on the trite side of metaphor.

but that's nature and it stays. human conditions are strange
nothing like the sciences could ever explain. like
if April can extinguish a particular flame
we'll abandon dry shelter just to sit in the rain
sit with me and speak beneath the willow at 5
limbs warping under pressure like developing minds
speak and make me real to you. i'm rotting inside
it's like the only thing i fear is being alive

Very strong return to the character from the beginning, who had felt a bit abandoned by most of the heart of this verse. You usually do well with your endings, culminating the feelings and getting to the point a bit. I think this verse's biggest issues were being a bit too long and not being completely cohesive.