Lonely Solipsist

Parrot, squatting on your throne
 Mentally captured, are you?
 Foot-soldered concrete, rooted in basement
 Alone
 Corporeality relinquished, fictive molecules revolt
 Soliloquies like apparition of a long forgotten ghost
 Lonely Solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell!
 Anchored pedometry, concrete throne, concrete throne
 Posture vocal like your inflective prose
 Tethered philosophy, encrypted psychiatry
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 Powers of rendition on a capricious world, a pawn
 Monet inclination for thoughts spoken – never heard
 Tragic auditorium for one Pygmalion soul
 Manas in transcendence through an infinite cosmos
 Destruction, destruction
 Is the ultimate creation so, your children, don't regret
 Like those to their divine inventions, like all to the Planet
 So, Lonely Solipsist, what rhyparography floods my eyes?
 What would happen if your trompe-l'œil was exposed?
 Bituminoid lucidity, in trafficked lumens, hides
 One brain stacked up eight heads high in perfect proportion
 Gravid knowledge crush the skulls in savage rebellion
 Design by observation, translated erudition
 So many creators cognitively collide like a pride of pan-psychics
 Upon whom redounds this insistent obloquy?
 Destruction, destruction
 Is the ultimate creation so, your children, don't regret
 Like those to their divine inventions, like all to the Planet
 Power of observer granted
 The Power of intent, the Painter's brush the Writer's words, sinners repent
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 I declare this pen a syringe! Injecting foreign brains!
 Obligor objectivists base knowledge on fiction anyways
 Pass the blame like nested Russian Dolls, inertly decaying
 Smite the epiphenomenalists! Erase those bound to faith!