when the world comes rushing and am outta breath. the cough creeping behind my throat.
the surreal nature of everything else and de beauty in de peace.
de silence in a fish market. de infinite of de chaos loop.
where words dont form coz they are swallowed up.
the moment is past and wat remains a fool.
gawking looks of fantastical propotions. the itch beyond my arms reach.
tumbling down de memory lane. in search of fancy tales of seen and done.
lost is one who doesnt look, nube de one new to de game.
like every past, or most, i c de suckle of de pacifier soothing u down.
den de me de mind de bitch.
on its own a realm of nowhere.
fighting on a battle unknown.
silent potrayals but chaos born.
de throne above wer the soul seats.
de lazy bastard watchin it all.
sleeping through my day
and spooking my dreams.
de goblin with his wicked potions.
taking us on a road trip. we ride we ride we ride.
we ride on to de green haze.
wer father sits and ideas are born.
wer gods are born and divine is urs.
but de dying cells die alone.
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