Write, Write, Write

write write, write the night falls quick under my pen tip, shading silhouettes behind a cherry moon fading into the blackness behind barricades built by biological beings these extraterrestrial creatures are cosmic craftsman creeping, into seeping each letter and rhyme scheme between words breathing the meaning of life repeating songs sung by astronauts at light speed eating just for the taste, tasting words while I'm reading evolutionary styles and filing them in succeeding order so I can find the truest of life's meaning like seeing yourself in the mirror while your peeing this world is twisted filled with mischievous miscreants who misinterpret the mixed intent we all share with each other, it's instant in the blink of an eye the image of an eagle in prison penetrating pyramids perpendicular to wisdom circulates a hazy vision through smokey thoughts and encryptions so complex Russian engineers couldn't dismantle the system Write, write, write