Parrot squatting on your throne mentally captured are you
Foot soldered concrete rooted in basement alone
Corporeality relinquished Fictive molecules revolt
Soliloquies like apparition of a long forgotten ghost
Lonely Solipsist sculpture squatting in a cell
Anchored pedometry concrete throne
Posture vocal like your inflective prose tethered philosophy encrypted psychiatry
Powers of rendition on a capricious world a pawn
Monet inclination for thoughts spoken never heard
Tragic auditorium for one Pygmalion soul
Manas in transcendence through an infinite cosmos
Destruction Destruction is the ultimate creation so your children don’t regret
Like those to their divine inventions like all to the planet
So Lonely Solipsist what rhyparography floods my eyes
Bituminoid lucidity in trafficked lumens hides
What would happen if your trompe l’oeil was exposed
One brain stacked up eight heads high in perfect proportion
Gravid knowledge crush the skulls in savage rebellion
Design by observation translated erudition
so many creators cognitively collide like a pride of pansychics
Upon whom redounds this insistent obloguy
Power of observer granted power of intent
The Painter’s brush the Writer’s words the sinners repent
I declare this pen a syringe Injecting foreign brains
Obligor objectivist base knowledge on fiction anyways
Pass the blame like nested Russian Dolls inertly decaying
Smite the epiphenomenalism Erase those bound to faith