[Objective]

What a silo drum tin essence manage on beats over kicks
to bioluminescent language of deepwater fish,
is where existence will live and frequencies hit
like sonar control that embrace what human features would miss

Create and unfold
a microscopes detail,
with materials tasked
to eventually grasp
the brain of a female

We observe chemical reactions during consensual acts,
and what makes atoms in bedrooms and heirlooms collapse.
Minds expand and combat our past to acts of the present,
then fully evolve to what's destined to last,
then beat their contestant.

I'm thinking too much -
and learning to letting it go...
So, from here on out:
I'll just follow the flow