My ideology, probably sophistaced,
expression of knowledge to worth, implicated,
by math-matics, equations, circlular,
like star constellations that are peprndicular,
to our gravity,
on the flipside,a reality,
not too distant from ours, insanity?
can it be that a mind striving deep for perfection,
only finds more questions,
and more ventures,
i sink in like dentures,
thrust outwards, mummas pain,
but no cowards reaped the benfits from shame,
an accident, miraculous truly,
my minds eye heavily in line with rubies,
off the top this, my head piece, nod this,
like noddy, so stop please,
assumign that you know me,
but what is a writer, minus the thought he uploads?
and what is a cipher, minus the message it unfolds?
quite like a, likert, scale to stats,
significant, not quite, scientific raps.