I stir: continuously stir a pot; Comprised of love, vegetables, 808, ingenuity, and all the sparks of art Let poetry flow Let the swallows that so joyously sing, sing their wonderful hearts out, Justified by dedication, tolerance, self-discipline, and an early head start Meta clinic metaphysical metamorphosis was the diagnosis From postmortem to beyond the grave, I became more than a god; more than a slave
I stir: continuously stir a pot;
Comprised of love, vegetables, 808, ingenuity, and all the sparks of art

Let poetry flow
Let the swallows that so joyously sing, sing their wonderful hearts out,
Justified by dedication, tolerance, self-discipline, and... exhaustion stories
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I stir: continuously stir a pot; Comprised of love, vegetables, 808, ingenuity, and all the sparks of art Let poetry flow Let the swallows that so joyously sing, sing their wonderful hearts out, Justified by dedication, tolerance, self-discipline, and an early head start Meta clinic metaphysical metamorphosis was the diagnosis From postmortem to beyond the grave, I became more than a god; more than a slave

Making time and poisoning a broken heart A broken mind and a broken hindsight was fetched from the start Was that out of signature? But which? Time? Intonation? Quite possibly even a political prisoner A practitioner under a pastor A hidden Easter egg that abolishes all that you might consider “Master” Kerry McCoy progressions and Dan Tracy transitions

How the midnight sun reflects upon me Lavish blues and subtle pink hues It’s unfortunate, to be so conscious at this hour Repeating thoughts that linger in the air Tides that once wept away my longing have yet again resurfaced. And not even these blackout blinds can bind the rage I have so filled out.

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