It's a rap piece :o)
(Spoken word to be more specific,
which I see as a midway point between poetry and rap)

It's evident many times when I get in this zone that creations spill out semantically unviable yet honed to a specific chasm of thought. For thought is somewhat inherently void, though it is viewed as the opposite to profundity alloyed.

Noise, begetting alarm, begetting escalation: silence is the balm which bears serenity's gestation.