[Master Rock]

I Glimpse on high, at the hemispheres divide
while I peep inside my mind
and witness the synapses blazing paths from side to side,
so I read in between those lines
of communication, these signals fire inciting my sensation embracing
my quantum leaps into perception's dimensional of insight it leaks
bursting through the amniotic fluid seep, now it's born, so I write
my life decisions pulling apart my mind at both ends until the seams are torn
I stitch the split upon its rips, tethered to pieces but yet I'm left tortured and worn,
while my body twitches to the irregularities but somehow, I conform
these endorphins rush the temple of pain as they steadily forming
fluids flushing through the snip of silver cord
spinal tap, astral trip
jolted wide awake out of the window gazing into the dip of black-eyed children in an endless field full of corn
sip the cold stares as I go down deeper, Alice wonders who's really a sleeper
disturbed is one of my features beyond the norm
dripping to where I lie infernos rise and form, I feel the heat from the ground crying in the eye of the storm
the Kings question the white rabbit's stride, shadows, and reapers scorn taken for size
I scribe messages in bottles and toss them into the wave of oceans rise and watch them forn
I hear the 7 trumpets of revelations sounding off their horns
as the heavens opened up, I saw the brilliant divide, I shot out of the earth and torched the sky,
disrupting heaven's army's intent to devise,
Realize I'm here to extinguish the dragon's devious lies
Strike the battle ax at halo's shattered, that's for the fall of man
scorned stomped to the ground out of heaven bolts the lightning
warned of my hail chaos in this astronomical storm
figuring why, I fight with darkness in the still of the night
abstraction's fate it collides paradox
This is where I draw the line formulated agents binds
combat I grapple in Kombat with the madness until its cold
mutilated
I chipped away halo's problems fold
file down their horns blows get traded
ideas slip the colors drip and faded technique perfective
my street, my lane, I roll, I skate circles around deities' claims
the map terrains
strangulation
The ideas creep in
I stare into space
the waves cause my reality to spin
suspend my beliefs I vibrate frequencies
while grinding my teeth
I talk to myself but who's turn to speak
I discuss the matter a hand
I look in every direction so many plans
one concept at time abstract design
a beautiful mess refined in this structural bind