Caged Crowns

I was bending the grid to a recursive design, where the measure would fracture but still interline Every syllable spun in a spiral of time, I was mapping the motion beneath every rhyme They were counting the count like it mattered to cadence, I was shifting the structure that formed the arrangement Every pattern they practiced was passive and basic, I was building a lattice they couldn’t translate in I was moving through metrics that never stay metric, asymmetry nested inside of the metric They were reading the rhythm, I rewrote the ethic, where the pulse wasn’t kept, it was rendered kinetic …synthetic… Every fragment I form isn’t formed for effect, it’s a vector embedded in layered intellect They crown the cadence kings, but the crown don’t fit the ring I don’t follow what they bring, I redesign the way it swings Every line a living thing, every breath a widening They can echo what I build… but they can’t become the thing I was folding the phonics in modular frames, where the vowels would vary but still hold the same Every consonant carved with a curvature change, I was writing in waves they were trying to name They were locked in a loop of a loop. They inherited it, I was breaking the loop and removing the merit in it Every sequence they speak is a sequence I’ve buried, I don’t mirror the motion I move where it’s carried I was stacking the syntax in fractal alignment, every segment I sent had a second assignment They were pacing the pattern, I patterned the pacing, I placed it in places that break what they’re placing …misplacement… They keep chasing the cadence, I generate placement Now the field is responsive the moment I enter it, language is liquid, I’m bending the center of it Every breath I release is a rewrite of resonance, I don’t recite… I rewire the sediment They were aiming for impact, I’m shaping the origin, forming the force before form has a form in it Every phrase that I place has a phase in its origin, I don’t perform it… I’m present before it is… …preexistent… Every bar I deliver was there …I just listen WITHIN it assembles… WITHOUT it extends… BEYOND it continues… before it begins… They crown the cadence kings, but the crown don’t fit the ring I don’t follow what they bring, I redesign the way it swings Every line a living thing, every breath a widening They can echo what I build… but they can’t become the thing No mimic… no match… No mirror to catch… They study the sound… I structure the path No peak… no throne… No seat that I own… I move in a way… that makes it my own