Coming to Be

I bounce a ball your way and you see my hands disappear. You grab, and I return to form. Infinity amputee is me. Maybe I gave it voice today. Wizardry brother is another mother chamber endeavor. Violence is on the rise. Let it be the wind and let it wash through the sea. Let the culprits find who is king. I will deal a hand, but then I disolve into the Mystic carpet. I am all and nothing to me and maybe you, but Rubio may now have a clue. Can I listen to the same tunes and still be cool anyway? Why I designed the chamber, let it rise in your soul heart before you cease to be. Love my toe, but stay away, I deal with financial today. What gives us what we need? Obviously not a Housing Chain. That mess is left for them to clean up all by themselves. Rock star hearts have to stop and insure a beat today. You are all a little overconfident in a land that is not ZEN. Even Dalai better keep it down in this land of Glee. Artistry is the enemy. Karl Marx works in this place. Have what you need, but always feel grey. Maybe it is a little Dr. Duane Cady today. Out in the Mists of Evalon I drink from the septor. The sword has made its own alchemy finding GOLD to be it's myth and master. Find me in chamber crying with myself for the love that always should have blanketed me. Even the fauna and flora screamed on Oahu.