I walk through worlds, its hard labor, regard neighbors as trash cans and then scan the high sands and jam cams in wide spans they stop and I stop, I drop and they drop the yard locks and the chords knock until decomposed props that cycle is 7 oceans, known explosions or tones spoken but we know the souls broken and concepts from roads stolen we change motions and guard secrets, repeated in one sequence deleted by mind seekers or completed by blind tweakers, I run sessions that stun reverends, the un-blessing is denied weapons, tanks foul they come septic or some skeptics return blemished, to see sunshine some sons shine blind, or run behind tides that divide or torn lives that tie binds, come sign names with blunt lines or retort with bored minds I hear scores of swords grind, detoured Fords in wars climbed to pinnacles that Thor mined with hammers that ignored time sore defined, lords divine, of course I'm intact with graphs of new math that prove lust is the new fad and child su...