I don't want the heavens to change, because I'm on top of it, acknowledged arrogance, a poet, wondering how far he will fall, there was so much going on then, the considerations, the demons, and the turbulence, and the echo of hell's gates, a water lily opening her legs, did she care, moon in the sky, a poet hoping to die, as a youth, your mother and father still echo, cross your legs, hide your blush, the caress of a finger, something you'd do in kindergarten, worms and larvae, the West extends, the stars in the sky, and the world has grown old, we're collectibles, assigned our station, the branch ever extending, a fruit passes, and Sisyphus pushes the boulder, eternities pass, and the yolk is still born in the shell, always waiting, for the day it's cracked open, within our container, spirits roaming freely, the sun and the moon, a husband and building ideas of his wife, a father and his unwavering faith in his daughter, a poet, like Brahma deflecting a universe, considering whimsy and curiosity, what demons agree on, and what should remain eternal, youth, an ever burning desire, wine and willfulness, flames satisfied by reason, an ocean, separated by space, tempered by time, so many dreams, the stars pulling strings, ages come and go, and what a man should be, a lot of it remains the same, humanity is a family, on this rock, this truck stop, a village raising children, the stars and their spirit, men and an ocean of love, a river drenched in blood, lingering echoes of rebellion, the heavens watch, and they weigh our words, so many reflections, and resources, honey, bitter and sweet, in this jar, bile blood, an echo of the world, following strings, magick and architecture, what moves our heart, a lot of it is the same, the body is a temple, and god lives in us, plant your seed and settle, demands of the devil, all work must be done, each truth and reflection, the weight of our intentions, and each passing expression, scattered seeds and careless words, what does it matter, young rivers, passing through the world, the age of the soul, the moon's magick and connections, we are but men and women, and we’re bound to believe in something...

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