Put a grown, full ass man
to the ground
Night falls fast
choose your luck, when
peril pulls down fear
pulls down near
truth
certain in the first
growing by seconds
mirth, fury, and sound
Sink or swim, worth
time and place
Fantastic boost, calls
culls to build to dazzling beauty
a life-line, a sanctuary
a pillar amongst dust and sand
a port in a sea
a place of comfort in the storm
a home away from home
between water and land
On the outside edge
a sacrifice catch
but what’s the use
can’t use it here
anymore, anyway
watch it fly, fly far away
Breaks, what breaks, no breaks
damn there breaks in the pattern
was it all ever perfect
at first, still is, maybe was
always in confusions
precisions exist in ways
unrecognized, but felt
within to strive toward
Gone today
home tomorrow
between is the story
Worlds shut down as necessary
so others can come to own a breath
and scribble meaningful marks in the living memories
as every leaf hopes to grow a tree
of greater strength and persistence
and take this humble seed to a mighty tree
with nothing more than honey, sun, water, whiskey, and wind
Abide, the dude abides
time’s nonstop approach
the roots of this tree
the branches that shade the sun
grow from me
beneath this bark
focus and power grows
pungent, ripe with idea to supply a cannibal
pouring potential
like oxygen into blue blood
to force deep crimson birth
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