Vividly imaginingdodging the onset in a flash!
A brisk wind mind filtering the
energy it flows past
the flaming gatekeeper each cell
reacting instantly interacting, whoosh,
the clear wind ripples like a basketball net
against antennae skin deep
affecting but a stray eyelash
that had drifted onto my
shoulder The Great Wind,
colder now, maneuvers its collection
of scents and fears
onward into the East, greedily
speeding towards my enemy,
and I sigh…
with relief.
Air opens up
as if the energy was
enveloped desire revealing
information
hoped to be refreshing
fresh note, vivid color
new scent original path a new perspective
jewel communication convert to math
plucked ripe
from the vine bathed
fermented, filtered and I’m drunk
off shapes latex strolling
down the nape of your
neck we expect
respect as if we were already great,
which we seem to be
Y'all immobilized
by basic technology we
in a whole new millennium
and still the majority be
asking who am I and
why does I have
to die?
The game
is simple,
breeding complexity players on
my team be seers right next to me
and hunt in the present
rearranging the past
I peer into dark mirrors
nothing but a self-made mask
let loose
a primevil scream deep into the Moonscape
canines far removed
baring spectators scared so
they retreat from glaring
still I stare, on and on,
until perfection materializes,
the civilized hunter
plays new games
traversing
dreams and galaxies in
search of
energetic weaponry.
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