Old like relics, my bones show past, future, and present.
The questioning of the elvoving world of harming karma is the testing.
Other than stressing syllables, defining lyricals that is presentable.
Re-adjusting the written ones, from my spiritual into our molecules.
Now stating the physical, that these lyrics are now visual.
Vital that langauge is fatal.
Comprehension makes it critical.
Which is sensable, because progression is strictly seasonal.
And the gain of nothing monthly is in-accurately unreasonable.
Sensable though a process pending to your cerebral.
Your speakings are now your mental visuals.