in a previous life, my spirit was kept to this bewildering strife.
daily mentions of your gleam. fire and steam pressing down your jeans. i could have made a diary out of the memories you seemed to redeem, justifying our ripped seams. my dream is never cast by a responders reach, but by a living testament resurrected to teach.
echoes and whispers which arouse my ears with devotional candles and incense.
assuring a moving dissipation to dance and condense.
I’m drawn with a holy supplication – errors have now joined with practiced theory.
So what if : the marks of progress are torn by eternal struggle and engulfed dreary?
the ancestors have empowered me to soften my hands to their stone – this vow is kept and made home,
despite imperialist forces set to cast us alone.
the work continues to service my spirit ready for war.
hands and feet, thickly covered with blood and tar.
safeguarded by tactical drones and made stable by a dichotomous satellite
we shall soon gain our third sight !
❤
can you purport that your face hasn’t been beat?
at least retreat in the heat and take a seat!
so, there we stood
naked & drenched in our necklaces
ICE COLD
the shining got us, on hold!
enough to delicately chill our appointed beverage
sparkles sent maximizing & anointing our leverage!
As the sequences shifts and folds
The Encryption of such persuasion
Manages rhymes and randomized evasion (thus invasion)
The differences between the two will make due but the only way out is through!
This is the calling of MoDe CoDe !
((( A signature dressed as regurgitation of information
Chopped to Reload!)))

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Scribble Dribble! 02/08/2021
Pieces Left Behind 08/28/2022
Essences Gone 09/07/2023
Mode Code 05/28/2025