Words Of A Schizophrenic Poet

"My consonants dance as my
vowels sing, and i cause
continents to shake like my birthplace was a heart of earthquake, that crumbled monuments on october 8 two thousand eight, keep a world laced, size of venus where once my heart was placed, blackhole ain't that cold, though this void will cause death by frosbite, so i don't let anyone in here to reside. Staying single like them bald buddhist monks, and playing jingles on xmas that are actually prudish songs."