being rushed to the stage
is not the way
I'll take my time
and make myself pay
one is the number bleed
red unlike you who bleeds threads
fraying of the tapestry
life in Me
this is a catastrophe
can't you see
the sea in you
the ocean that is split in two
the world is coming to
ahead of the game
but still under the reign
of him who deserving all that fame
faithful praise
thrown away
in the midst of a rainy day
surrounded by all this clay
ready for me to play
with
and find new mates to fill my days
with purple strain
haunting our brains
poring out the flames
of existing
onto the head of my guru Vishnu
learning of new foods
that bless the tongue with flavor
is this more than you came for
predict what is about to ensue
before you come to
find I've been through
with what to do
I just let it do
just being you
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