Well, in this place,
I've got the manifest, yes.
I play the goals from the deepest,
And I do sweat the weakest.
It is me, drop, look up and see.
A rhythm, melody and spirit above me:
A break out in poetry,
Ideas in fluidity,
Spiritual fucking synergy.
And I let it out slowly...
So who is that me?
I'd say, has a lot to do with she.
A new muse in a newly frantic free.
And she wants the poet, the rhymer,
The thinker, and shiner.
Me, her, closer and closer back out to me!