of what these words persist, entertaining a virtuous journalist
in an alternate unireverse averse, where she was first to live
and never heard of this other worldly shit, i'm a physicists
her images flow to where I'm sure to act like a permissivist
beyond the 4th dimensions grip, when I fucked up my experiments
and lost you..became a chemist quick, thought through the elements
like fuck the resurrecting risks, I want you next to me again
I'm seeking them answers that reinvent this shaking hand
that crafts this leaking pen.......
..It all started at the interview
we took an interlude, I asked her if one could think ahead of two
she said a few, but only if they were smart enough, talked it up
"it don't take a scientist to tell you hiding this 'proper stuff'"
"you got it hun.. this is for us, let me give it a budge
its not ready and slow, let it be known i'm still fixing the bugs"
"why are you lifting this up, and what do these knobs do??"
"don't touch that, it could cut back, or make your arms bruised"
in gods room, a lab covered with buttons that differ in types,
sheltering light of time's measurement in an interstellar device
bending the bending of binds with this little needle thing
to remember me's done easily.. I am your directory of secrecy
I've seen differently than people see, believed in these separately
chemically perceived realities that are affinities to infinity
then again could end eventually, the day its patiently proven
my minds awaited, and loosened by the calculations of movement
the exact placement it moved in. "so I remember occasions
temperature basis, looking to a better duration for teleportation
and see if hell and heaven's a place when hassled for everything
maybe experience actual extraterine, opening the astral projectory
the celestially mascle-untitled entity".. "enough with the talk doc"
It's sparked up by the machineries perplexity, molecular onslaught
"how does this all start?".. "well just hold on for a minute"
"we met at 3, now its 10, we're supposed to be over at sixish"
"well to begin it, it's this stick shift.. so be the mystery person
literally the first one, to pull it with electricity surging"
the air heats like a rotisserie burning, as she pulls the switch
my skull was lit with excitement, eyes stiff and couldn't flinch
seven colors split, and also the active current of airways
then she disappears and sees all of a sudden, this weird place
then the tear brakes as my machine in its malfunctioning flames
does as the same and brakes, so pray she will be discovered again



"oh no.. no!!.... shes... shes......"


On The Other Side