FORCE-THE-EDGES

I just feel like a particle of history when I’m moving,
A microcosm of analog blasphemy,
Floating towards the oracle coordinates,
In an anti-chronological backlash retreat,
A perpetual freakdown kaleidoscope,
With the dramatic interplay of a mighty psyche,
Inviting ocular manifestations,
To invade the plastic carousel,
And find the ultimate troll,
Hiding inside,
With a handful of hedgehogs.