Confess

Something special might just happen if you let it. Or get it. Go and make it happen. Be a master’s apprentice. I mean I had a couple till they ended their sentence. Death a teacher too, though it may feel much more menacing. My mentors had a message. I forgot it and I took up ascetics. pathetics, Let it ring. These back and forths ain’t tennis, but they left me a sinner. The teachers woulda helped me, but vitality withered. Tough truths I had to swallow, cuz I ain’t no quitter. Took up tang and bitter, sweetness for balance. With the swing and rhythm, I speak with italics. I act soft though, my callus hand’s battle. Took up tang and bitter, sweetness for balance. With the swing and rhythm, I speak with italics. I act soft, though my callus hand’s battle. I only care for gravity’s shackles. Only death has authority. Between it’s dark and light, there’s nothing more to me. The void speaks visceral, not cordially. Are our cords connected? Fuck this maze of speaking cornily. My absurdities are informally emergencies. Cliches, hyperbole observably. If we talk, I’m speaking normally but now, I can’t get away from metaphors. They’re the seeds and I’m the plow. We’re fucking pigs, we sow the sow. We’re on the hook, we don’t know how. I’d take this off the book, not no way now. Turn the key like jordan peele, we can’t get out. Swiping feeds lots, I don’t mean stealing from cows. We pay, not in dollar amounts. We’re drained on all accounts. Astounded how the zeros stand stiff, while our checks bounce. You pay by the ounce, I buy the whole cow. Took up tang and bitter, sweetness for balance. With the swing and rhythm, I speak with italics. I act soft though, my callus hand’s battle. I only care for gravity’s shackles. Took up tang and bitter, sweetness for balance. With the swing and rhythm, I speak with italics. I act soft, though my callus hand’s battle. I only care for gravity’s shackles. Life stalked like livestock. We harvested crops, and the hunting never stops. But the hunter ain’t death. He sits and waits, wasting no breath. He knows what’s to come. He don’t care where you’ve been or where you’re from, if it tickles, if it stung. He could happen sweet, but his patience knows no defeat. You could rush him, but there’s no preventing the ending. Nature bats last and she has no agenda. She and death are one, go ask shiva your questions. God is in the darkness, god is black. The Bible starts with light, its ink won’t tell you that Unless you look into the letters. Find what loves, destroy what fetters. Took up tang and bitter, sweetness for balance. With the swing and rhythm, I speak with italics. I act soft though, my callus hand’s battle. I only care for gravity’s shackles. Took up tang and bitter, sweetness for balance. With the swing and rhythm, I speak with italics. I act soft, though my callus hand’s battle. I only care for gravity’s shackles. There’s something always I can’t access. It comes after life, it’s what’s truly ever lasting. My friends have emigrated, I ain’t happy that it happened. But it just happens. It’ll teach you all bout magic.