An Åpparition With ñü∿§kin (Å Ghost N The §hell)

Just buried Blue Boy’s broken bones

Now I am Orange & Will B until August

At the very least – though Will probably

Take Vacay-days, 1, 2 like Billy Mayes

Here! Take leave from TV Land so He

Could do different lines from the ones

He reads, line after line after line like Me

Writing Righteous Rhymes N Go! Mode, then turning

§age, also Green, meaning I Am wise and yet -§till-

Just ñü∿Teen (N §pirit – well, by the smell of HIM)

Meaning my Funk B as thick as his locker room gym

As Jamiroquai would jammin’ so hard he’d cry by

The Time returned 2 a pitch at how beautiful

B my Mind – better than Good☯Design, more

Like Optimus Prime returning just N time

At the end of a Michael Bay chaotic concoction

Where OP’s words rhyme with “style, chill – cool”

But much more violent this Time – No Chill – fight

No flight – Faith guide Me –2knight– white like

Suzaku’s Super Fighting Robot, Ü gave 2HIM 2

Undo Her Calamity created by Ü & 4 Friends

N§ide öF disguise 2 hide my §pecial ΣY∃§

N Blue’s cerulean skies, high as birds

And fly don’t know Whö Ü think I Am

Try again, Friend – this B the End

öF Pretend Time & Rigged Rhymes

I Am Λ11 öF Time 4 Ü when I Am

Higher than Manic Madman’s Mind

Body & Spirit combined – Super Ego

Thought I’d try, but Wood knows better

Flies by like those super fighting robots

Maybe that’s Y, my little guy sitting

Behind my extra eyes, making sure

Time & Space aligned 2 finally

Feel Fine,’cause now I can

REMember Me – I Am Whö B

An Åpparition with ñü∿§kin

Å Ghost N the Sweetest[§]Shell