Drop blessed scripts like Zen koans You could not compress my writs into ten tomes Penned poems from dense stones Tense in my omens I'm meant to be roaming the Steppes of olden Forget what you're told and Let death be your abode then Take a breath in the cold Compress it to a node & sketch it into a sown tapestry No blasphemy could reach Mastery in speech Practice what you preach My raptures are the deepest They seep into regions forgotten Where demons are plotting My Light shifts the brightest prisms Into refracting visions Fractal rhythms That glisten in the Night in the distance Analyze this blissful uncategorizable Crystal shining splintering the horizon Into myriad facets from Sirian past tenses Hurrian math stencils The path is immense And it doesn't lead to destruction It's narrow minds that breed this discussion Believe that the substances You breathe have repercussions In an abundance of deeds So breathe wisely & densely I thrive off of sensi In minute doses My mind computes notions No computer could grasp I overdose you like flasks Of potent potions Quote any one of my lines Golden like the Sun when it shines Glowing like the pundits' minds I flow an abundance of rhymes That make wonders divine In the dungeons of the blind I plunge in & chime Pungent signs Speaking symphonies & secrets of history Till they reach an epiphany