The Yellow Jacket zips up to its neck

The fly should be zipped down but its attracted to the fruit of our neglect.

The Arch hive patterns the nature of all respects

But Guerilla warfare hides behind evolutionary concepts.

Daunting is the man that was made from machines

But fearful is the woman who boiled him up to self esteem.

His liquid courage follows a wisp hidden in his dreams

But if a captain could abandon the ship in the bottle, what ghost keeps her figure clean?

I lost the mourning in the jungle, to break into a renaissance knight.

If I could find the animals that caused my descent from flight,

I'd probably kill the bird that sang to the cage in fright.

But it's possible that the pentacle observed that bird  is the silhouette to its light.

All of this say, I see, yet I keep at bay the promise.

That one way is the same way back, though both sides are dishonest.

Confused, incomprehensible, yet lucid in their responses,

They ask the god that meant to be, " Did I create it, or did it create me?"