THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[UnbornBuddha]

Last time I saw an insect bled to death, I didn't fret
For a riveting rebirth brought the sprouting of its griffon wings.
The phoenix lives when mercy for the suffering makes you christen it.
Hoping to erase its predictiveness that belittles even the most ambitious men.
Dissecting each of my life's questions caused tension along my spine's tendons.
Birth complications forced me to be unsheathed via a c-section;
Trauma in my mother's intestines almost caused an infection
When I was about to make my entrance, my spiritual descension into this dimension.
My digestion is affected by this obsessive reflections
I have due to being delivered without how nature intended.
Maybe it's prententious to pretend to negate the images of what manifested.
But this incident caused me to wonder if I was an accident
that actually added to the pain already innate in my mom's abdomen.
It'a folly thinking really, believing I can be a sullied being living.
Infinitely realing wisdom due to admittingly visiting a silly idiot village
Where my colleagues speaks of theories of our mission as a fleeting species
With a missing thesis of why we have an unavailing ending to cyclical symptoms.
Imprisonment is imminent if you don't shift your perceptive individualism.