in an uncanny valley,
perpendicular to the strange plains
even the most animated
of grey matters, remains sane
stroll through the galleys
as they’re rowed by limp giants
the trolls move to rally,
with the goal to conspire
aspire to span distances,
greater than their strides allow
they perspire, in efforts
makers that give rise to clouds
orbs that soon shower down
pounding sounds on sapiens
singing choirs in the cranium
in tones, as rich as uranium
savoring tastes from saviors
this behavior soothes the mental
nestled in it’s vessel,
textured nectars, that move to wrestle
proving that there’s few who
are worthy of the ample suckle
they lack the hustle,
lame slackness, cramps the muscle
so their exploits are hampered
by the dealer that provides fear
but can be forever scattered
by thoughts of positive ideas
take the finger nails, impaled
upon the bubbles of thought
not with intentions to grasp,
it’s caught, to eventually pop
releasing the inert gasses
that the masses ingest best
the more that time passes…
it nests, grasped in pressed fleshed
affirmed flex proves best to remove
the burdened chest plate
else unseen rooks inflict wounds
emanates in a certain checkmate