THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Split]

have you caught a glimpse

seventeen months. atlases. maps. attractive relapse.
soundmaps intact. gnawing urge in verses, Schrodinger's tonal curse birthed in a
prosal hearse. lyrics thawing first. miracle of life recircles, sound bites in reverse.
at first, rehearsed doubt in ticks. mirror talks. listen in. announcement with booze- she fears it's off.
packed a punch that bruised the clock, fashioned lunch with my food for thought.
"I've known you once". forgot. misery, the chorus sings to me.
piercing notes lost in the porous text, rewrote history's symphony.