My pen drips
forms in constellations
Astronomically housing
my spiritual complex
Thoughts leak
through black holes
like a science project
I Hubble
in telescopic visions
staining your inner fiber optics
If I told you
I was a being
experiencing
multi-dimensional
dilemmas
Knowing ALL
problems boil
and simmer
In orbits
rotating around
several Suns
but still
I am
the Center
Would you bow
and praise my pen
screaming My Writes
as Word Of Life
Or would you run
knowing my scribes
can pierce your heart
like a knife
I aim to slice
Ripping through
your Soul
like an amplifying meter
Some are woofers
but I'm a speaker
My bass
vibrates
your mind
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