Delirious Delusion* - Poem by Terrance Upham
The words protruding from the back your mind facilitate this delirious delusion. Your perception to perceive this deception by the conception of time rewinding the second hand of time's epiphany in a symphony of orchestrated illusions.
The faculties of this dynamic dexterity Perplexus the precise mind to a decisive decision upon a precision of this lyrical rhyme.
Slicing and dicing the physics of time with the impediments of sediments perplexed in the next line.
My rhymes cut a new flavor in time with a precise persistence of a futuristic design.
My words weave the fabric of time with a cross stitched forward pitch. Colors of my thoughts are mirrored reflections of sediments.
Throughout the field of my thoughts color's complexities in dynamic diversity the distinction in uniqueness. Trademarks of intellectual brilliance spills the inks nonconformity.
Computational formats in formal elegance the beauty of intellectual resilience.
Provocative by provoking the mirrored reflections of my dreams to functionality its reality of the physics in the history of time.
Wickedly rhyming the distinct colors of the mirrored reflections of sediments between twin composer's competing in an orchestrated synonymous symphonies of times elegant epiphany.
Abstract conformity I'm provocative I provoke eccentric personalities in man's duality of words. Two eyes pry by the cover of disguise with a wicked compromise.
Provocative pleasure of my provoking words I put pleasure into words.
A mystic with terrific words in a proverbial way.
I conform to none witness twice the uniqueness of one second to none, I preclude what society includes.
My lines are the classics of time's flavor cutting edge design the future of my rhymes will be a Symphony Orchestrated of diversity in dexterity the classic line's will have a kick ass design.
Flavors of my design will echo past my time.
I splice and dice the physics of time to poetry's customary rhyme. Mystique pen color's urban legend's with synthetic line's breaking up sediments throughout impediments of time's symphonies playing epiphanies.
Smeared sediments of mirroed thoughts, the marriage between dreams and reality its functionality.
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