FENCE
Here's my impromptu perception of it all...
white picket fence on the de-fence of the which side of the lets commence...what i say is what i am not a hindrance of what the mental sense of mind and pretence. an imaginative spirit, an omnipresence in a state of the art lessons I continue to teach myself, It’s like the peasants at the bow of your feet, mercy be us, hence the word magic…it cant be seen with the naked eye. Tragic. And I know not to cry why...me in a tense ball of fire…I can go higher than this…I can fly…humming bird dispense a million flutters and one utter of the breath of truth I’m finding It’s easier to prove. No wonder the numbers that be…nonsense to say the least. This Mother Teresa, who are you? Why don’t you teach me a thing or two? Perhaps, I’ll tell you- which language do you want? 50Cents it’s my final offer, or a ten pence, take your gamble for currency in an emergencyin a state of defence. Maybe strike up courage and see what’s a mirror image of the face on the coin. Profiles among us, conjoined mysteries, many of the type, I’m about to learn about the art of flight. No answer to the questions, we’re test-ions on planet martion experiment…sharing and breathing the same atoms of existence. Spitting it out chewing it up spitting it out chewing it up, a deliverance of schlop soup stirring something I never knew. I’m exhausted by this frosted flake, shake it off, it’s just a moment in time staked with memory, fine. I can fake a smile tomorrow, but the next for real is all mine. Only 24hrs of this chastity will be my bind toward a new frame of mind. Snake on the slide, Ima open wide, take it all in, all big in stride, this is our world but a silent drop of a pin, one side or the other, there’s no way to win.
><)))*>...fishin food for thought...
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