(For what it's worth I recite/rap/sing this with a total reggae vibe. I effing love Reggae.)
My thoughts run wild till I pick up a pen
Then They Freeze
Nervous
Standing at Attention.
Retention suspension it seems
Like Art, both light & Dark
Critical and Complimentary
They love to be free
- not chained to paper
So you see, I be, my own dictator
I am them, and They make me
Not tapered, steady spread evenly
And in my mind
I climb thee divine...(reflection of divinity)
My mind refined...(byproduct; pure clarity)
For Now I can See, within me, life's line has symmetry
You push, You Pull, You tumble, You Roll
Just depends on what's in your soul
Look deep at what's in your soul
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