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[star_dreamer18]

ok so maybe i need to talk
maybe its that speak quick
the kind of word that spins
slows the moment
but races the thought
where do we go now
how long have we fought
or waited
wel now
now
they say now is the time
but time is reletive
and your blood
but whats blood
when society shoots bullets
and minds catch them
pun
metaphor
but dont you know
these words
they say nothing
but speak
and in silence
a sigh that screams
a breath
every time
like the last
the last second
minute momented
minglng amonst the masters
bow now
bow again
each vice carries its stick
binding me to my weakness
my strength
how intermingled the two
the three
thats a few

tell me now
what is it that you fear
is it when the words
find your soul and
breathe
slow
not quick
theres no ease amongst us
how traveled our feet
on that road less
our backs bare a story
our minds carry a moment
our hearts,
lost
how terried
these pages that write me
a taste of sweet
a shot of dark-
necessary existence
as the canvas reads
well words
silly as they sound
rhymed and rhythmed
or scat-scat
scattered
stuttered
slowly whispered
beneathe a sound
or thought
or thought of sound
but hush
let the sentence rise
a silence that finds
well again theres that soul
soul
searching seeking
sought or seeing
something
similarly siblant
shhhh
the song is the writ
the written is the sound
so speak now
words are forgoed
a formality found
sitting in the midst of now
how sweet then
this second
this sound
a taste like good wine
a bite
even better...