Lost at all cost I must find that which with I have came.
Thoth hath crossed the line; fast twitch splits the two, man's brain is limitless; Searching deep into that abyss the soul cannot resist righteousness.
The word of the king has been lost, but in my thoughts that which has been lost has been found. I wear the jewels of wisdom and silence in my crown.
Meditate on source science; blinded by the truth.
With every pen stroke we leave a legacy, how my pen bleeds readily;
Seed, from the mystic dust is what will levitate us to a place of freedom.
The flesh must remain but the spirit will be freed home.
Shining bright as chrome on Sunday in May next to my lady on the 15th payday.
Can you feel me.
Retreating in my thoughts, tight, and beneath me
Remain those in the dark, lost, Lost at all cost I must find that which with I have came.
Black Hemmingway 2024©
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