Can craft perfect recipe?

Can nation stave off time?

Can openness live in hiding?

I am a creep

Kiss my lips in the deep end

We drown down under in sweat

Suing the planet for a ravaged

Hole in the heart.


No notion of quick beats, just

Spittle on the nose and

A dime for poverty

Never enough.


Help me overturn

Your convictions

Of fondness for the greater

Cause, way

So still, my spirit

And so many and so many visit

When I am severed

When I am spliced

Carry me down the river

Where we can float on

And that’s all I ask.

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