Too of whom is it

Sitting here thinking not is you
a small square of light dimming 
Further further away
tapping out this supposed is it to me
these letters forming, a word 
Confrentating the self ,becoming a shape 
of what you want what you see ,though ,(is it?)
on your own right rectangler demand 
Glaring to bright for anyone to see
Blinding what can't not come to a reality
Assumptions decaying what sum wish to be

( So be it, )
 
Frequencies  travel through the unseen  thurmal
traveling through the thin air
carrying hue too vibrant 
for the common eye to catch, 
a simultaneous arrival of thought and image. 
 
( I think)

Why is it so hard, (excuse me) this simple exchange, 
that agreements could settle 
as quietly as the dust ( excuse me) voicing out to who ever convinced  
I'm what  ( now never) for 
Personally rebelling toward any to who agrees 
the core connection stuck in the 10-1
Frequencies haze
Can not screen quiet read itself, 
mirroring the space between sentences
In belief where meaning truly lives? 
The unspoken words, the prayer  
Of heavy stones I carry, 
the ones never shared, with me,
the still 
the silence 
The last 

Begin to
 
Know this now, 
in the pause before your replies comments 
what it means to the self, this ( saying to thyself)
 fragile architecture built on trust, 

is loyalty, 

unseen but felt. 
 
The unspoken, 

It is me 

the things that hover
 just below the surface of the text, 
Us,in all 

they are shown 
with an obviousness 
that shames the need for articulation. 

Signals the abidence within ,as an individual 

the timing of a sent message, I am 

these are the true paragraphs. 
 
We are wiring the world 
with glass and light, 
chasing clarity through layers of filtered air, 
and still, the oldest truths ,

transmitted 

when the screen goes momentarily dark, 
we just listen to  the silents,
 is it over,

( A silents)

Interacting of presents  

Opens understanding within each 
In the just 

Uncertainty levitates on personal 
density grounds of the self being

outbursts of criticism 

It is a certainty,to assure your awareness
Remain confident and humble

It's a short lived experience to express the energy 
Towards uncertainty, 
Now the foundation of your meaning, who are you, I am not to speak of  though I do see an individual 
The pleasure to know a gifted being 
(Respectably ,never know,) 
Though as for thyself 
I appreciate you for being you,cause you are who, along with the this world of 
 good, bad,and the ugly 
Y'all are ,of 
Whom that
  characterized me
Gracias 

rap, trap 808 soul