Fleeting

I work before the sun rises so I must sleep on this, even as the wolf howls at the back door. Sometimes being too empathic is disastrous. You pick up all kinds of things from people's minds. And while it's natural to relate, and easy to vibe, there's the actual cost and weight of that ride. Poetry clears experience. Redefines it as a whole new frame. Within is everything learned, levels passed all colored nice and bevelled pat like stained glass. So we get near to the realness of that fear, interference, victory, see clearer, groove to the same roll but move to the music of some other soul when we read and digest. And it changes brainwaves, feeds frets, alters the vernacular of the next day. I said I needed rest. / Slash time / Every piece I ever back rhymed? / Here's the secret creative process : I just tracked down the lines / Not from any shit that rhythmically fits / Rhyme is just returning visits to what the ears found to be delish / No bullshit, that's all there fucking is to the metric metronomics / If English were more like Spanish, French or Russian we could do sooooo much more / Than these sound bite clips / Disperses for didactic metered splits / Hypnophonics feels like a tool so backrhyme for me comes from the real feels. / What's real. / "Just because it rhymes doesn't make it true." / Your work fiiiiiiirst gives me this much inspiration burst. / That's cross-hood unity, good under scrutiny. That's sweet by Captain Mutiny, thank you Loki Queen. (won't call you a girl. Ever. You follow my self-created world, then you know what that means.) Back to the verse, past the first, I reckon the second blessing of this piece is the message. / that's a dark hunger to feed.

Every word I heard. Feeling full and hollow and every line I follow. I been there before. I won't waste a minute more. Your work is simple, bittersweet, hungers for a hundred more reads before I can get back properly.  

There's things that are easy to fix and there's things we do like it would bring us a fix. Sequences in our minds. The older we get, the warmer we get, the colder each decision gets. Repeat enough and you don't trust when the details fit. Yeeeeah we do lovely and dark things and poetry barely scratches the surface. That's just emotional marking, cognitive marketing service. Our most observant jumps into these pieces because we been there. Care enough to keep up with the roadmap.  

You're good for that. Your work is righteous and exact. Thank you for that, Loki Queen.

That's what has my beast roaring to jump in, feel this whooole piece head to toe / Scratching at the highest window, Epiphany's emmisary wolf is looking to get through my attic and match this. / But I got to work early and it'd be tragic if I just jumped in squirrelly, and didn't give this fine piece the proper treatment it needs. / So for all the creative drive to feed I will return and if for you it works? / Match this piece, backrhyme it after a hundred reads and comment properly!