blue misty mountains
golden white fields
black serpentine seas
the hand strikes twice
with only one go around
ear to ear with tainted white all aglow
my gift is that which is given and not asked for.
puff and sip
the universe circles above my head.
chaos in motion
what's all the commotion?
a pillow to lay my head
floor to floor I search for a new bed
stripped for good measure
what else could bring such pleasure?
hands of god
such wonders of gentle stokes
tender flesh intertwined
what perfection is so inclined?
black holes to search through
nothing more than a cloud of horrendous virtue.
through the looking glass they come
trying to obtain anything from
I'm above the influence
because I am the influence.
the tightrope walk
with a crooked disposition
life is one big inquisition
so fuck generational tradition.
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