impower

Scratching the surface I open up
a big lift of green smoke a tug of blue
lay back and keep the textured ceiling company
as my mind drifts down this warm river
I can't help but touch on that warm gravy
abducting and deducing, reducing and deducting
reflecting but unable to see so clearly, you
deflecting any attempt to subdue
rationality that quivers my Bones, makes me ache
gives me a fucking headache

I'm falling-but not down-up
scaling the face, Rushmore sized at the base
remorse, regret, rebuttal and debates
then Sin, then, let it in
I've been born again
but not again and again and again
don't you see the dictation, or is it diction?
the lines are being fed in front of you
your ear just isn't keen enough to listen
despite all intuition, it's all in inflection