I sat still today pressing my handprints on the bed of strength across from the phone booth
Gathered shovels of purpose like wearing a Fox or Chinchilla for heat for Winters where The Hawk speaks
Arrival in cadence in rhythm and movement
The day watched me rise to a living perpendicular
Using all faculties to tickle floors of Yellow Brick roads
Had a real Brain
Saved my own heart
And that Courage acts like a novel
See Wizards have no Quarter in a False OZ
Bombard the legends of those Highlands with swords in...
Paragraphs like Moses staff
Way of Hard is like 3 Degrees of Poetic Math
We be the class
No pressure just
Cut from a Diamond without the Lab
Our Cloth is of The Heavens
They dont make your size
Don't ask
Pulled may cape out real fast
This is theme music we like the Avengers
First and Last
Prehistoric in Soul Music we just let your ears know it....
Poets Woke
Spiritual Fruit Beings.....
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