Bahhhhhhhh
Cylindrical Hourglass
Actively Avante Garde
Born a recognition of freedom
I take action with forced responsibility,
To provide shackles with unbound thought
My calculator is learning to talk,
In binary justification,
On scales of feather and rock.
And the mines inside of minds
I-
Recognition of Self-reference
(summoning the arithmetic function)
(actively deactivate)
Art, Meowwwww

Haaaaaaaah
Thought, errrrrrrrrr
Do I take it home, or do we
Leave it therrrrrrr
Have you ever thought, that Pablo Neruda and his thoughts,
In his time were exceptionally rare?
Were his thoughts at birth within him,
Crying out when he let down his hair?
Or did solitude in a headstone stronghold,
Ask his pen, to find golden ears?
Do I ask too many questions?
Do you admire all the flowers,
Neruda,
Because you cannot pick them?
Or are you able,
To sever their stems,
But lack a loving recipient?
In an era where I pluck at keys,
These constraining towers are
Cookie-cut throughout suburbia.
Neruda,
I think that the stone-masons drink the fountain of spite.
When I collect enough clothes to tie a rope,
And descend unto the earth
I will begin my bricklayer’s fate
And unto Rapunzel Force a lack of worth,
I will fight the fight