Tries to regurgitate the self
It didn’t work I just melt
Like a dusty candle stick open flame hands to
wick
wait for the stick to become stuck
watch the world in the form of an unplug see
the makings of a wish lump sum
trend setters turned to thrift spenders trying
to find the solace in the solipsis
the rear facing mirror conundrum
the boiling of potatoes mixed with savor the
burnt tongue flavor while we touch a smell
in the middle was enough to know that we were
done both
about equal
the solar eclipse of my people
the evil reigns supreme
like the steeple feels the rain
first beating of the fist until it fits
back to origin a married man on the verge of
exploring
a saddle ride
the river up to your ankles
the passing of water
bramble and the garbage
we expunge
can’t be bothered by the pasts too much
I hold and slip in the cast got stuck
Miming literature telling stories through self-exploring
a mind
a new moon kinetic cycle
the potential to rifle to gain from a tidal
Apollo edged us my hero
the low became static particles
the articles of confederation nations laid up
upon the arm emancipation
the proclamation of identity
the thoughts the intertwine inherently
the second glances appear in me
the dilapidation that’s Bering seas
the bottleneck of Solomon and sects
the appearance of Islam and sex
the matrimony that’s derogatory
explore the commissary like freebies in the
new OC
I past the patience of New Orleans
the laughing towards the nation like motion in
the station
erase the stretch marks every year like bark
the tony starks and the Noah arms
the magic potion the circumcised I find the
hope when I hide
the darkness sparks my aunts artic like a bar
fly
I see thoughts when I get high
the hermit turned to vermin
the one-eyed evil face the sermon
the spoken word of kingdoms served
I hear the word so I’m cured
I’m absurd all the way to the flock of birds
I block the serfs
the near memories of what I heard
the surreal entity the one at hand
the mere mentality of Durham turned to humans
the
sake of petty flakes
plasticity of a fake are the two hands that
they shake
the mirrored resemblance of the one I thanked
bring the positivity to the bank
the sanctity of the spank
the rush is enough to move the tanks
the open war violence mixed with the eco
political tyrants
I rant
I rave about the love when we behave
the civil communal lateral sabbatical
I finish when I come back to you
the servitude of legs that screwed the perseverance
of the earth
that’s you
that’s
you
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