An Ocean

Open doors for pores and let them drip Until an ocean is created, supporting this relationship Open doors for pores and let them drip Until my words build the courage, to swim against the current Open doors for pores and let them drip Until an ocean is created (until an ocean is created) With heart liquidated I sip on integrity from a flask Reflect on the last time I fell from hell's grasp I can't recall on which shelf I placed the crown of thorns I found That perforates the dreamscape of sound The flourishing of patience Cultivated within a circular box Where sin no longer shocks its patron saint Basking in the afterglow of joyful turmoil (slash with a mistrash) Caught in the undertow of apathy Lethargic agony sets in, dismantles the fit-sick Wettins Rips alive veterans (the end all and sin of his heaven in some form) In some storms an umbrella isn't enough Like when the winds gust, and the rains fly, horizontal in the skies (plus your) The skies can't hide your face in a line up You're embracing a snake slithering Waiting for it to wind up The ladder I climb up is missing a few rungs (like where my piece hung) To help heal the places where those bees stung, I stand suspended in mid-drama As pitch-strokes create thoughtscapes that wait between consecutive commas The strike with one swing of spiked utensils Splitting the underbelly of beasts with horns that protrude shaped dismissals With wooden texture, sand and spooves so grip slips So splinters I give in, as the liquid lead drips from the tips With lips of brimstone, causing steam to rise when it spits But in saliva pedals, its reflection is my malamiss Yo, as I comb zones with fine tooth combs, and find a king Smack sandals, five fingers until time stings Finding flesh as a mesh of blood and breadth Veins flood with blue water that dictates every step (staggered) Its constant spillage creates a single-celled dichotomy Within the village, eccentrics will sacrifice logically Dangling from nooses in town squares, for all to see To strike earthshattering fear, into the hearts of those that follow me I capsulize theories in easy-to-swallow gelatin tablets When dissolved in stomach acid, they birth uncanny creatures of habit That walk, talk, and think, in layers of polychrome That unravels rebels when tapping gavels on catacombs The devil that occupies this land had grown Until goliaths that roam through life, dodging smooth stones Catapulted from sling held in palm of left pinch As an eclectic chemist, I concoct elixirs to sterilize speech And nothing if not derived from thirst as I strive to steer a relationship through God's tears (by which an ocean is created) To stabilize existence, opposed to the inebriated stench that reeks of resistance Open doors for pores and let them drip Until an ocean is created, supporting this relationship Open doors for pores and let them drip Until my words build the courage, to swim against the current Open doors for pores and let them drip Until an ocean is created (until an ocean is created)