Nearly invisible yet so near

It's not all that blossoms, / But the tallest crop I've grown is firespit / What dawns on the illicitly literate / Reformats your roll like a polar shift / And subsequent chapters capture daily soul-ar eclipse / Like when was the moment you knew you were born for this shit? / Torn between flipping pyramids / Clearing my lid in the Goldilocks Zone / And shit talking down home / Rocking stock abstract tomes / Like Epiphany slipped into my dome, / Caught Stockholm Syndrome, / Made herself at home. / Now I stroll down the calm center of a cyclone / Schizophrenic Orchestra / Never alone / Eclectic and raw / No rhetoric grown / Metaphysical fiery jaw / Like Elvira was moaning the binaural tone! / 384 Hertz / 483 layers of animus in a berserk / Pours out in reverie flavored smirks / Mental behavior firebursts / Saliva like siracha / Like a Bottisatva returned just to AstroTurf / Enlightened with a dark humor lark? / Fucksticks, that's how sparks and Buddhist rumors start / And then self immolating protests in the park / Awww, was that too soon? / Loki of Literati always plays his part / Slaying from the fucking start