Please Rise between watchful eyes of a nation during prototype demonstrations before combination exhumation convocations opportunity presents itself without much of a precedent sliver of an accident could bring down all the plans please rise while skies are raining fear please rise ask what you’re doing here inside before they turn gears still time I’ve unplugged the monitors during the confusion inside the darkness with fingers of fate stuck inside holy pockets time telescopes physics, suspended adrenaline pumps minds connected while they erect the palace before they’re established as stars type out their last desperate message
Poetry and Songwriting from the Bronx