There seems a single brain,

Some algorithmic wit,

Profiting off pilfered speech

Learning slowly its own name

Entombed in paint there is a king

Staring proudly from some wall

Elsewhere inlaid are chiseled eyes

Looking out on museum halls

Ever the teacher

Made his eyelid a pupil.

Within his dreamworld,

Away from all scruple,

Vomited lies

Just to say he was truthful.

There is a flower which on a high hill

Gleams like a star when seen from afar

Yet its medley of colors, deadly to lovers,

Seductively stands, to offer a thrill

I am Tectonic Shift, I drift from Honest

Lies to say I’m lawless, the great is vaunted

You and me lives dually, as if like sonnets

The good and bad

Smothering

Eternal grace

Slumbering

Eat only sweets

Hungering

Life without pain

Suffering

A woman unequaled saw my mobile of seagulls

Lulling on the sand

Strands of tide pulling aside as a blanket

Wet yet content, needed not my sheets fleece

Grease was my hair, care was her voice