Ode to Adam/ Ego Confrontation

You weave and thread,  
revert and spread  
jumping to conclusions  
based on self-imposed deductions  
of observations deluded by  
the likes of your intrusions  
   
of the visual sphere  
   
i'm not talking your run of the mill  
visual cortex projections and flawed altercations,  
invoked hallucinatory -- auditory, olfactory  
evoking demons you can't see  
in yourself through me  
   
wait, no, that's exactly what I'm talkin' bout  
while you shift and spout  
masking and  
downplaying your need to be received  
and validated accordingly  
rather like your self-imposed infiltration  
of an energetic system  
no thanks to you flowing like concrete  
through a cipher you could never wrap your head around anyway  
   
which is why you spread like a disease with ease  
   
filtering unbecoming,  
unbeknownst to please even the mildest temperamental  
beast that's been  
weaved by your repressed tendencies  
   
-- infecting and sabotaging --  
   
to be all that you can be at the stake of driving-  
nailing a stake through  
a purity once conceived  
   
but you keep fucking us all  
-by and large-  
-far and wide-  
the stakes you've claimed have divided  
   
disparate pathetic excuse to excuse yourself from having to be excused  
   
this stake through your heart,  
the stake of your existence,  
killing the heart of existence  
   
proliferatively transcribed by your memetically induced lies  
   
while I could appease your monster,  
just by a flick of my countenance, a twitch of..  
an effortless tick...,  
shit..there I go lying again.. another form of appeasement  
really just adding to my bereavement  
   
because this tick is killing me,  
eating me alive,  
my entrails constricting to the point of it actually  
conflicting my ability to be-  
to be here  
   
reach across this table and make a martyr out of me-  
where would i be?  
just another dumbfuck victimized  
by the lies spread through your eyes  
   
Wait, this is just a game right?  
How hollow can I be  
to let society speak and see through me  
while I just sit here and see it played out  
right in front of me  
   
so fuck it,  
i will make a martyr out of me,  
so you can see i'm not going to let you take this so seriously..  
downplaying the severity of your whimsical,  
nonsensical atrocities spreading and killing like a wildfire-  
a plague of the deadliest bees  
   
fuck a bitch in heat,  
you need to be burnt by this  
   
to feel the rudimentary impediment that you are,  
rudely impeding our ability to disassemble and reconstruct  
apart from your implosive lies,  
foundational errors not implied,  
but explicit,  
   
you don't even have to read through the lines,  
see through the haze to miss it,  
you hiss it  
construct a picture book from the ground up so you can grip it  
grasp it and latch onto it so you can feel the intelligence of my design  
   
so it can make it's mark on you like you've unwelcomingly  
branded petulantly on bystanders unknowingly validating  
the tainted cause you've virally held and fostered  
   
..forging your right to be..  
   
what a pity galvanizing inverted victimization into your victims thus victimizing you  
what a cylindrical current  
of Cartesian complexity  
intricately spewed --  
you would have me think -- from me to you --  
but the mind's eye in the know knows all too well  
how this can be a terrible refraction of an egoic manipulation  
ripping down the neuronal mirrors constructed by your not-so-fun-now-house  
   
   
how does one say this in the moment  
without a micro-mega-phone to transmogrify the meaning into something  
poignant and meaningful, gripping, touching, soothing, reaffirming,  
transgressing, communicating?  
   
you reach through the likes of subjugating the very  
education you're transgressing.  
you were ripe, you blossomed and bloomed  
and came out like an all too intoxicating perfume  
   
seducing with your song of voice,  
of the purest choice  
to be what you are  
which is more than you can ever be