poems like these ain’t real
'less they shine like a chromed out
platinum wheel
sun roof open when i roll in my car
so i can drive and look at the
exploding stars
white dwarf or red giant it ain’t
burnin’ me
because my comfort zone is wider than
eternity
in the club brothers givin’ me pounds
but they don’t understand the agenda
is Now
progression is steady like the dreads
be lockin’
and i’m cosmologically shadowboxin’
i speak softer than the rain
and as long as i’m a poet imma train
to just listen
to the wisdom of the trees
sweet rustling of leaves
my mental jet skis ride waves of
reality
hoppin’ on foam, playin’ with
gravity
but i hold on to the muse when i got
her
same moon reflected in every pool of
water
i bounce a shine off the liquid for fun
i’m quick as a gun
but i am no sun
the twinkle in your ear caught the way
my words gleam
cleaning the mirror every day for a
high beam
of is it an illusion
cause god is a verb and its deeper than
institution
live for the infinite, forget all else
but maybe i’m gettin’ too ahead of
myself
first grow wings for arms
or become a wide river mighty and
strong
or just quiet down all thought
the cosmos has a rhythm and that beat
don’t stop
so how you gonna tell me if a tree hits
the ground
that it don’t make a sound
never mattered
if no one hears
its breakin’ up the solitude
and chasin’ the fears
because silence is a weapon
and the sound must rise to the heavens
diggin’ deeper roots for the fruits i
grow
and there is an edge, this must i know
but i’m done chasin’ yesterday with
scorn
cause now i see that emptiness is form
and every form is empty
livin’ in my nappy now
till i always see everything
collectin’ on taxes is wastin’ my
time
i’m hoppin’ synapses of universal
mind
stackin’ up ladders cause my rise
ain’t stoppin’
till the day i’m erased into shadows
and forgotten
cosmological shadowboxin'
cosmological shadowboxin'
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