You have a patter,
Them a pitter...
All gold no dust,
No yearn, but lust.
Things lost,
Will be found...
Storms arise.
Let em be.
For you're wave,
Riding the tide,
Rolling in the continum
Of spacetime.
Be and it is,
Be and it was.
Living the livid
Neither here nor there,
Absolute madness.
Run in the wild,
Run to be yourself.
No time to waste,
Be a dangerous heretic,
A lover of self,
So be it.
End
Subject: life, self love and madness of being alive.
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