As the pendulum swings out of line One last lung gasp, last sun-blast rhyme Motion is defined as the change in position of an Object in a given interval of time Scent of wet pine cones When I severed my umbilical cord with no physical force No shred of remorse A metaphysical warlord that wields an analytical fine comb Weave through time zones On a good day just might leave your mind blown Most days only want to kick it at the crib shacked up with the rouge Tryna ride out the cyclone Instinct says build a nest Fill with eggs, which on the surface of it will suggest The sole purpose by extrapolated logic is to Bill collect, bank a million net Don't mind me if I kill the set Unsubtly convey that I'm still the best The skill possessed etcetera fill the rest in Suggestion: perhaps reassess the question Butterfly, here for one glorious summer then His wings disintegrate in the soft light Lost my sanctuary, re-found it on the hillside Paper's ash-black, paint's off-white