the description escapes diction

forever forward flowing, owing myself i'm movin toward
order from the disorder fuck the system up, spread art
everything flowing over into order again into the heart
spittin truths about whatever it is that we call words
sittin in a desolate land, the crucifix
of my soul it sits split in two instances,
waiting for solace but no remedy can become and hence
on a whole other level the chamber is complete
cocked put it to your skill and be replete
with the urge to pull the trigger then and delete
every sense of this defeated meat sack retreat
flow on to something more than just the shit in the street?
hit fast forward, flash on to the new truth,
i interrogate time in the sound booth
while wisdom sits there shakin and listenin
no one knows what comes next within my cognition
the dimension of expression is forever abstract
and numerous in ways you couldn't begin to diffract
into patterns of light subsisting through the last
paths laden into the saturn of your mind, designed
to interpret and interrogate here these rhymes
spittin forward and backward, time falls when i start to create
why fight the shit? i choose to accept my fate
and satiate the urge to get so high i defy reality's lies
illusions fall apart from the skies on high while i
surmise that my disguise is revvised to no longer be the device
why i be nice, why i breathe spice, why i am me, right?
my might extends far past just the breathe i imbue
with my essence gotta let it go but i best be blessed since
less sense is made with less tentative tenses left in this
list of litanous expressions left to give,
but i have far too long of of a life left to live ,
and i wanna spend every momemnt of it spittin
and writin my expressions and feelings, the synonyms
of what's going on in my psyche, get like me i might be
the type of person to be quite tripped out any day or night, see
the fire been burnin since long before we were here,
we just came along and brought some beer,
everything leanin sideways real life looking italic
something really prolific tends to be lost in the ballot
gotta interrupt 80, make a call and realloc
the memory in symmetry ain't workin in synergy
condemned to be inefficient damn it seems
but i demand the dreams and display the thoughts
jump the fuck up and shoot the fuck off
never give a fuck no matter what you might say
even though i give a fuck, but who the fuck cares anyway
just another day floatin through the fog,
the sing-song of destructiong comes roaring along
tearing down the fabric of reality for a change
and then you're left looking at the strange
bits and pieces left over am i deranged
you flip them around and that was when ti began(e)
you know that life will never quite be the same
when you the master the world wanna stop you mane
but you do you and do what you gotta do to tame
the world outside and mold it to ya own design frame
insane it may be, but don't question it so quickly
everything is just a thought, even if just so,
so let the thought exist and let it flow,
let it become and let it define itself
and everything that it might inspire
taking the wind to the words we elevate it higher
the music is there for you to admire
but it really seems that the world might conspire
to really work against any desire, i fire off
perpsire often, lost in the moments lost in the thoughts in
lost in the sense to the depth of space and time
and the wormholes connecting all the shit in line