i can stack the thoughts end to end
(like Legos, on the sides, y'know)
(they follow fine, they make a line)
but square on top more i intend.

to keep with natural, pure thought
(belong to me, are spawned from me)
(not selling out, without a doubt)
often conflicts with what i'm taught.

i wonder what the reader sees
(you're so confused, uh-oh you lose)
(that makes no sense, just ignorance)
god damn it, words are enemies!

the syntax hinders and it breaks
(no more rules, laws for fools)
(break a mold, solid gold)
mental oceans turned to lakes.

whittles down a great idea
(it was big! now, a twig)
(holy smokes, my theory broke!)
a literary pangea.