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Ground bound your feet

Dull color's embarking to pastel life, drapes of fakery

you are the greatest amateur in the game called life

truth's light in brief infinite moment of your breath

humming high pitch vibration creating new worlds

Wind over my wings brings blessings

Sentimental insomnia sleeping in my arms

rebel is not a word its a sudden act of revolution

metamorphosed spread in the vast mixed words

nail thy shyness leave it on the wall

bear an amateur spirit in every breath, fresh and exciting

tackle oracle popsicle sweet and wise

A soul with right might have the sight and delight of Love's flight

Nothing rests, silence of everything,

Toil of dharma, give me unconditional cosmic consciousness

brim torments of unnecessary self despair

heart on a stick mind in a brick

equinox of might, light changing the scope, minds glow low to high

sentience of wholeness collapse all the times, unity in blank

escape bold told words

bounced pit failed and ended in a delurient cell