As my spirituality trys
to not die
my phisicality wants
to get meth+aforicly High
Just trying to ask why
lieing to my
letting by-gons
get by prying slyness
getting Wet with regret in nothing
but Dryness
dare me not to bay this
adorning a butterfly
bowtie too heavy to fly
But I'm still tryin'
by And Apon this flow
I'll be scryin'
the lining to what
I'll be finding
NEOmental-lightning
And the next episode
goes flowless
trying to be
able to show accumulated
Knowings
like just one puddle of light
imposed against
the Infinate
carred flowings that only grow
2/24/10
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