The Mirror's Tear Part 1

Remember how you used to skip a Stone and watch the rings appear, to follow the sun. Smooth as silk, that an Angel has spun. Makes for fluid thinking when the mind thirsts in it's ilk. For Mother's milk. For the Father's tidings Binder rings A novel read Of your mind Nature's Novelty Binds you to it's juicy mystery in kind Conjoined concentric rings following after each other. Like thing to like thing. Rings that bind to your imagination. They capture your memory, leaving the residue thumbprint of the moment, there forever. It pairs you with wisdom as you reflect in it's sightings, Angelic visitation, moonlightings, and transformation, solicitation. You are your own destiny. Your own princess or Queen. Infallible. The lawyer of The laws of the Urban Jungle. It's all just science and chance, Incident of happenstance accidents' technicality- that appears and gives in your hands nothing for nothing. But empty plans. But where is your place and your reason, to be. Your body, your choice, your current, and your grand design. Need not be under scrutiny. Right? The fittest survive. Power cables to the throne. Empowered electricity, let the bodies hit the flow. Right? But never ask why. You have an emptiness. You have a reservation in your soul to an abyss. Planting dark seeds. RSVP, R.I.P. the lips of Deaths kiss, planting its spiritual AIDS, Viral- non binary STD ( binaural beats ) Whispers of freedom from PP. No responsibility glitters like diamonds empty and cold. Glitters freedom like the panning of fool's gold. So. Prospect those stairway caverns to the Pipers Magic Kingdom For Sale. Sold. Sole property. Soully under, sovereign autonomy. No vacancy. No vagrancy. NoCosign. Usery. Counterfeit. Deeds. Auction. Double blind. Rinse. Repeat. Rewind.