Curvacious Crawl Spaces

[Mr. J]

Illusion itself is the fate of the beholder
keep faith in the order, for the sake of the quota
based in Dakota, laced with laments baking soda
raging & pacing over documented facts
couldn't fix their path, nor could they augment it back
shattering consequences that are alarming to grasp
as harming as glass...twist goes the sands of time
creating the labyrinth I deliver into cavernous times
imagine the height Goliath would have to climb...
that's what it would take for y'all to understand this habit of mine
I'm too beyond belief, balancing out ideals in a Romulan fleet
while y'all write stuff strong enough to put Rasta's to sleep
laying out...chalk and sheet while witnesses awkwardly speak
tryna make sense of this place and all that we see
like...this is common to me, of course it's nonsense to me
but from these coordinates in orbit, you is nada to see
an illusion, an idea, a problem needed solving to breathe
but all is lost when you are where all you see...

















is the darkness with glee