My Third Right

i scribe high, no lie
inscribed my mind
double triced eyed
inside another mind trice unto another

trapped tripplits of my mind
no wonder
im so lined
with high lines

inside plant eyes
i see thribed
i seek vibes
and listen all times

i hear wonders of light sounders
inside thine vines
in my thrice thrippeld time

inside my mind
i see no niens
or things of such vanders

inslovic introbred intrepid
i drive back thine
into intro thrice high

in to the runplets intrine I
inplode thunk hits

in line
in I

in trop ich
time line