The essence of an ill is seldom found in it,
not that it was spoken, or mouthed a little bit.
But that bit of essence,
in ill – it found an init.
the essence of a sequence,
the essence of in its bit.
ill in it in essence, the sounds that crack and pop,
ill in it in essence, the straw broken camel and crop.
ill in it in essence, the essence of every ill,
the peace we keep, the loves we meet,
the power of will in our feet.
So without an ill,
for a surpurfulous thrill,
ill in it in essence.
harder than justice,
are matrixarchs crusty bits.