Damien Jones, fast car pace speed, dust in the wind,
Supernova bloomed begonia spin, touch of the pen,
Scraping surface of this earth’s twist, rust to the brim-
On the cup of life, been drunk twice and still lust for a swim,
My last choke back stroke, someday I’ll wade the waves,
For now brother, I’ll drown in the color and shades of gray,
Seems the shapes of clay we crave are on the plates of slaves,
Feeding our bondage, being this honest I date the blade,
Steady the sabers, fate we say? Or we ready the anger,
Of our own evolution, confusing, moving the slate we pave,
With good intentions, beckon the gate sways, in place I lay,
Stuck with these wings, trumping my king with the spades I play,
House of fallen cards, facial displays miming our hollow art,
Erect a home etched in stone, where diamonds swallow hearts,
Shining Apollo dart, drip of sun, beat of a different drum,
I’ll add infinity till I can grasp the energy to be a specific sum-
Body, one star speech, tardy-after-life-party, applaud me,
Traveling-on-time-line-unraveling yarn, gone and godspeed.
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