in the realm of cosmological puberty
Where darkest zones are the wombs of sun
re throttling flares over arcana's throw
Why wield a bullock cart when a fine spaceship is at glow
From a crippled fox to a generous lion's embrace,
peel layers of skins with hostile blow
For the first time ever, intensity and grace runs in tandem
redirecting before echoes of waves can linger,
Something will break , everything will burst.
Intelligent dynamism dance with pathetic fatalism
to my least captive audience ,
I host a show of higher revolutions designed ,
transpire shells soaked in soil ,
into source of anandamide.
Paved way for hollow caves,
the best sight to establish ,
Erupting volcano's or molten sand led.
handover choice to the wise
A cloud above the head, or a Clouded head instead,
An opportunity to build a vehicle, destroying the seed
Paved the way for hollow caves ,
Transpire shells soaked in soil,
exploration will guide
into storming lubricated machine .
Now,
you may be reading this all way wrong
forward fast
dodging knives in symmetrical embrace
Eat the silence often short narrow winding's of thought last
Hold on to what Is holding if you make space I'll save what saves us
Crippled with a same caricature, false trails lay Creating new distortion every day,
preserve authentic hate, for fake love preaching,
Building new caricatures with molten personalities, ever-teaching.....
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