first light broke,
the mind tied in,
top ropes fell from atop life's cliffs again,
ores strapped down coat zipped, i climb like vines, n stay tight lipped,
coil every line on board,
embrace the earthen floor
and embark, whirled tour.
keeping the teachable truths on deck, n the quasi qualable ones under the boards
a pirate learns to flip the eye patch before thinking back n forth
ta try n separate some of the loves from all these wars,
alas, collision is beauty, left and right were fused,
n once past that event horizon, magics freely used
the siriusphere can be stretched, directed, tortured.
n when both nails and mortar eventually fail to keep their shit together?....
the lions will run these planes
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