Both suddenly and subtly
You could be the one for me
Just a kid in the background
Requesting more sound
As the score board lights up
Igniting the crowd
Dear Mr. G
I could spell it with a J
Pushing past the point of delay
Another day
Passes with its many faucets
Calm and spastic
Rippling the fabric of time
How dramatic
Crippling a gifted young mind
How tragic
Gifting out the sight to the blind
How miraculous
Thinking that your one of a kind
How jurrasic
I could go for days with my twisted ways & waves until hairs convert into gray. Yet this anatomy is that of an altered reality. I don't trust what I see nor do i bow to casualty.
Its stark and in many cases futures grow dark. Like the streets at midnight near your favorite park. Have heart, cause even subliminal imagery will never take hold of your simple divinity.
So when will you see in the ways that I do? You could manage, that is in fact if you wish to. Its just mechanics, not even really fine tuned. Speaking of planets, how goes life on Neptune?
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