What Do I Stand For

Give it a minute. Wait, don’t wait a minute. The times mixed. end before beginning. Listen. The space is difference. It mirrors you image. Pushes to the limits. The system’s pumping our pistons like tricks, blink and you miss the point of lists. Don’t glitch, trip, Miscalculate sentence. This is, the place where all things are ridded. Don’t cross me, I ain’t knittin but I’ll leave you with stitches. no witness. my gimmick is picking bits and soaking up message. It increases my tension, But I can snap when I’m mentioned. Give it a minute. don’t wait a minute. The times mixed. end before beginning. Give it a minute. Wait, don’t wait a minute. The times mixed. end before beginning. Dammit. I oughta not look back, regret it and stammer. Speak with honesty, it’s part of my candor. And or, ramble in pointed directions. Preambles selected, I hope maintaining impressive. My memories strong, albeit selective. a toss to the wind, may the river grant itself to my collection. Or appreciation. I stand for pivots, And staying in same places. Give it a minute. don’t wait a minute. The times mixed. end before beginning. Give it a minute. Wait, don’t wait a minute. The times mixed. end before beginning. Give it a minute. don’t wait a minute. The times mixed. end before beginning. Give it a minute. Wait, don’t wait a minute. The times mixed. beginning before end. I stand until the winds of time wind me down. Until the mix of light glimmers out. Until my sinew snaps and dampens sound. This is my fight and I’ll go another round. Another round, another round, another round another. Like my arms on your shoulders. Do we fight or we cuddle? One day, the truth will be unmuddled and like crabs we’ll scuttle to the safety of tides. I can’t assure you that everything I say isn’t a lie— an untrue fact. My intention is pure, but who cares about that. So watch it from a distance. There are pools we shouldn’t tread or dip it.