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I can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon. I know the cloudforms of love by heart and have brought tears to the eye of a storm. and my memory banks vaults offorests and amazon river banks and i've screamed them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes. shadows have been my spotlight as I monologue the night and dialogue with days. soliloquies of wind and breeze applauded by sun rays. we put language in zoos to observe caged thought and tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect and MTHRFKRs think these are metaphors

 

i speak what I see

 

all words and worlds are metaphors of me

 

my life was authored by the moon footprints written in soil the fountain pen of martian men novelling human toil. and yes, the soil speaks highly of me, when earth seeds root me poet-tree. And we forest forever through recitation.

 

now, maybe i'm too Sirius.

 

too little here to matter. Though i'm riddled with the reason of the sun. A stand up comets with the audience of lungs. this body of laughter is it with me or at me? hue more or less? Hu-man, though gender's mute. And the punch line has this lifeline at it's root.

 

i'm a star. This life's the suburbs, I commute. Make daily runs between the sun and earthly loot. And raise my children to the height of light and truth.

Done