dissolves into the infinite sea of water
like Adams sent from Eden from the father
quench my thirst.
walking in the field of dreams looking
at life's home screen, wondering. am I lost?
at all cost I must maintain the remains of infinite
intelligence keeping everything relevant, reeking
of the sent of innocence and benevolence.
in and out of existence walking with the speaking spirit.
trying to scream with the voice of existence we cant hear it.
not one lyric has escaped the lips of the all; has installed
everything that I need to succeed in this life past the spring and fall.
become ruptured from the fall is not in Babylon's plans at all;
watching them crawl, swinging like the pendulum balls until
switching like the moon trades with the sun when it falls;
dissolves into the infinite sea of water.
Blackhemmingway 2014©
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