this is cubism and you may not even know
what does time tether to and by what means
you tether to me like fishing line

of all the relationships to examine, this
peer review, beholden to your own ideals
asked and answered and reasked (process)

code comprised of so much more and so much less, at once
than vocal patterns, mood

this is an abstraction in an attempt to relate to you and i am getting

f u  r   t    h    e     r      away
communication as a gradient, there is something
something to, yes
i want to die a martyr for my individual cause, how else
rhythm writing like kodak black dancing
that blew up
rhythm writing like jackson pollack there              is no texture to this, this
it's possible to trail off in everything you do - my favorite? on the pollard's lawn
now i see one of the errors of my ways
what will this come to