Elide

You You couldn't take the mask from me Written like a Goosebumps scene This is no easy read I The iron in my heart will pull My dials, my north needles Down to the south I'm lifting up the paving stones Looking for a feeling home Nothing to see You Miss Metropolis for sure Corner of a grounded floor Won't you bury me high You You're going with the goats instead 100 times around my head What you mixtaping me for And I think I knew it all along Captive to a double tongue And a poet's eye For fitting disparate ideas Closer than they might appear And the verb is elide