I Exist In Absurd Congruities

i exist in absurd congruities from rounds and angles to oblong communities of vacuity onward! valiant spasm i hear the universal screams through the overflowing chasm spilling through technicolour dreams what's real is art but art is all silent to the golems of earth so absorbed in their violence what's art is real but reality is screaming to any ear that dares hear or any soul that bears dreaming aye, it's blind hypnosis but my watch has been set for longsuffering psychosis even unto or through my death kicking the pricks through temporal bliss of this blatant ignorance to the reward of god's kiss