kimosabè
slips my words' soul on writings,
too terrified not getting sickened,
or as the preventive bodily cure
in any random premise could it be
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in any random premise could it be
is for honorin' myself for what i am,
in everything i live, see, and feel... –
like whoever tactful human does it
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if a tactful human does it nonnative,
as me, who uses a wishful zeal's ink
and the magic crayon which pivots
dream's fire to which i belong, it's okay
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dream's fire to which i belong, it's okay
to may have some fake or loud reason,
to may soothe or invigorate, or alike...
to be like an inviting dance or music
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like an inviting dance or music, i write
today... (not as you know its meaning)
but to explore again your kimosabè role, –
my naif, do I run thru your nerves still‽
