01. Read, Read What

Animal. 
You’re an animal. You’re an animal. 

Forget your fallbacks and things that they taught you.
To feel for a second.  
I feel like directing these patterns and thoughts into such a surprise. 
I doubt you could feel through the weight of these eyes that were 
Just for you. Just for you. 

Everything I see will divide into three separate entities, 
Encircled by a tapestry of colors of everything.
Everything, eventually, will fall back to sleep, fragmented in my dreams. 


02. You Were In the House

See, 
I didn’t ask if my health was detrimental and declining in state
From the choices I make.
I haven’t stopped in to request it in order of things that you take. 
You must understand this when feeling subjective:
My morals are defined by my last realization.
If change is a constant consisting of balancing you
Then the spaces between them are shifting.

I refuse to be weighed down by man.
I refuse to consume without question.
You set this up with a status and order
And ordered us lower than law and it’s logic. 
Oh, to be weighed down by man. 

And I know that I’m painting it backwards. 
You look attentively patient thereafter. 

But I digress when I remember you, I know that I remember you. 

Remember anything essential for glancing at traces of memories
Entwined into symmetry. 
Remember anything essential for your health. 
If you could think outside windows, you could see beyond the framework. 


03. We've Met Before, Don't You Remember

I’m starting to connect through streams of consciousness.
I feel unbalanced and my weight is slowly shifting left.
I’m overtaken by a thought that protrudes.
“I presume her intentions for you.”

Misfired synapses have left my back and spine undone.
And in the world I have built with no god 
I decide every action and impulse and breath into one. 

And if I’m not mistook, you appear misinformed. 
I took the telephone, I hid it and I kept it warm.
And when my legs give out from running highway roads
I want you standing there ready with a camera phone.
And if I read a book, and turned the TV off, 
and had adventures on sidewalks and had grand talks
about existence and the nature of man, see,
I would not give a fuck.
Someone light this bowl, man. 


04. You'll Never Have

In the absence of air, I’m left struggling and gasping for
My subconscious to sleep next to the changing leaves.

I have a question.
Does it kill you know that you are a digression of impacted thought and progress?

If you turned it up wrong,
And you misplaced the manual,
You’ll be starting from scratch 
With an intensity of foreign thought.

If the walls close too tight,
Then dissect them from ear to ear.
You will build all you’ve got.
Impacted thought is a progression.

When I lay up I picture us perfect played out in time through constraints in my mind.
When I lay up I picture you naked and grasping your hair, barely breathing the air. 

AndrewCresto

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