Noticing the hidden lines
Behind the signs
That we perceive, perfection
As life-living, site-seeing, keep-bleeding
“hold me closer---
tiny, small, baby fetus
dancer”
dance the night away
play the games they play, paying hoes
with butterfliiiiez.
into the light, rainbows
glows.
Underground chambers
railroads
BLACK! WHITE!?!
don't believe in the boundaries they give to you;
bounded to yourself
live everyday with no tomorrow, = fly upwards to the skiiz
release
re-lee-sh
relish.
LOVE IT. Really.
ReplyDeleteFor a lot of the lines, I'm fairly sure I understand what you're referring to, but I'm not certain. Which makes it even better, the uncertainty.
ReplyDelete"small, baby-fetus dancer" HAHA
ReplyDeleteread my poem on my side about poetry, its like what you're sayin, hoe
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