Spinning Top

Spinning Top

i voyeur through a sprinkler like system of time
on crossroad's wrinkled in dimension's made of you're mine
this place exist's upon mention's breathing mention
my mind only mirrors a sentence of growth without question
prison prism's buzzing fitted with i am the art
"diction's" been removed from dictionary and thus we start


time travel is our one only form of travel
through gravel never groveled or shoveled shuffle
valley's of fear, buried in bellies of the beast
with leap years each pulse as our compass of discrete

and here i am
the streets of now

..

..i fall..
An ambulance balances on air of a butterfly winged
stability its smoke ring's stuttering stay still thing
It shudders its way through me and back again
leaving marks across my body tracked to less skin
beaten and bruised, i stay fused to move
i support its support just to witness its seized "YOU"

..i drop..
That firetruck duck, dip's and tunnel's channel
breaching my mind turned into a splattered funnel handled
with caution at care, busting at its seems
an ice sculpture extremist screening removing my dreams
it tackles and halts in intention battering as a ram
cackling each crack to lash its notice of over crammed

..i collapse..
Here is a police "CAR" echoing its enter as forceably closed
before my open thought choked and exposed
as a witness only nothing serious as what fails
containing my innards through the drip in each of its exhale
it tales itself with clearings erupting react
keeping me intact on a simple exchange of "WELL I am THE ONLY ACT"

..climax..
I am at a stand still observed of all these fact's of man
and all that remains is blank and the matter in my hands