Take me to the land of green unknown,
If infinity of time and soul consumed
By the night light
In the silence of the sea
I had the melody, unreal. Ring in my ear
The philosophy
Uncertain and blind
But the blinded; for them self
Unpleasant prude, hooked and undone often
Withheld by the force against the motion,
Anti-motion and abnormal
Slant climb the down-stair’s sweet toils
Me against the wind with a silver bullet
Forcing myself knowing my inability
Froth of inadequacy and temptation fall
With a pith-hole full of good and road
Laden with cactus and figs, dead rotten
The visible line is clear but fight
Without volumizing life with the prints dilemma
The songs so beautifully played with pepper
Prayer left unheard and hurt by the inability
To let loose the war in front
Feel my blistered palm, the farmer’s hand,
With remorse held the sword
Human wall to cut through with an impossible strength
For few dime with lime
Marinated in the blood I have shed
If I walk out to flower showered land
The bedded thorns hurt so.
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