..A fortress propels perimeters, out my solitude worldwide,
For trying to compensate a rigorous path, as if a Trident Stride,
May I speak testimonials, breaking barriers to adhere Soundproof,
Toward a sip of algorithms\', battling Fluoride thru fountains of youth,
As the story veils, the voicemails in the bottle; punctuated afloat,
Yet my tears faded his words, like being nearsighted as he wrote,
Now Compressed in a time capsule, saying just a lid needs adjustment,
To shield me from this darkness, of loathe, greed and just 1percent,
A glazed hue ignites my transparency, flickering for whom awaits,
With eyes traveling light speed, to shatter epilepsy may deteriorate,
My thoughts are now stranded, as if a buoy toggling between waves,
Cycling a labyrinth, into a pentagon séance; that could abruptly cave,
Reality is soon to pressure, as the oxygen yearns to decimate,
Under compression, yet my words will not hide nor voice to separate,
Such a glitch in this reality, to tangle installation a mindless plug,
Waivers hallucinogen, as neurons transgress hyperspace to an Enlighten Bug...