Stay alert,
dark emerald castaway,

don’t let your heart get hurt

Let ambition
transplant wishing
Truth of self is missing
assembly through recognition

Pick up your pen— suspicious
And then—get twisted
Like a tongue on delicious

Hit the drum
And become the drummer

Split your laughs into endless halves
and sit there counting numbers


Until infinity
Unfolds divinity
Sung in symphony

I’ll be
Still me
And you’ll be too,
still you

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