Perceptual Shifts
Bouncing across the checker board
I'll captain this ship
Advance or retreat
Something in between
Power holds all the money
Its funny to be upset or
Disgruntled
Synesthesia rampart
As molten sense changes form
Its altered or reborn
A soul in the melting pot
Of Creation
So when its your turn
Ill observe
The movement and assumption
Which battery packed brigade
Made it across the line
Jujitsu in the heart of the city
Street stomping Wall Street papers
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