"But those are the best ones"

I crawl along these tracks Sail North East South West on rails Metal grails, forth from mouths spake but fails Because after 15 steps I realize the depth of this amazing fantasy What I thought, my thought trains motivation Is parallel to elevation Skyscrapin' as I've footed this responsibility and carried this lode Lower limbs keep me rooted Disguised but still suited for muted vertex rocket burst and dispersed, warm-blooded and brought to tepid boil Drain storms flooded and toxins did roil The cross genetic alchemy Has crossed pathetic boundaries Bound to be this algorithmy Rhythm out of it we form ties and webs, we might decay and find the end, of nights made shorn threads, at that vertex derivative is zero at the point of the domain of power and range of responsibility Change from coward to arachnid with graceful calm and symmetry Oscillate, always contemplate the mean If this Algorithmetic ever congeals I'll best the waterspout with the council of Peter Parker appeal