Impermanence
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Falling, vanilla sky
Weightless over shallow
no bounce, no beat
not a deal, no risk
no chances and still
the horizon tingles
so I can testify
When I run I fly
a bird that shits like
a god
and it's happy
and does not need
nothing more.
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