Poetry

When You Thought It Was Figured Out


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I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things.

Isaiah 45:7

I know I’m saying what you couldn’t
I’m alone while you’re  surrounded by voices
I’m chosen for something different you know every limb has its mission
Let me be a heart and you be my legs
I’ll never be ahead until I learn our romance
Until I vibe with perceptions
And write letters like a dance
Learn rhythm with friends
And enemies
Learn to love and not pretend to be godly
Learn to see behind the scenes
And understand that he got me
Me and you inspired monopolies
Matter perceives then proceeds to mimmick and copy
But what’s form without spirit?
A motionless body

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