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Mar 2017
Monkey

Still silence heart pumping blood circulating around the body and mind
No movement trapped in a dream of a magical kind
Colours are so clear they fill up my senses so many you'll find
I watch Chinese movies because I like to look at eloquence written with a single stroke you can change what is in front of you and also behind
Fluidity wends and winds not to confuse but to mimic your life full of destiny untold limits of incredible signs
The philosopher would say learned but I say intelligence breeds people to link building blocks which combines
When dreaming something somewhere is influencing and to influence is to rule so create as many choices possible and be the monkey who climbed
Monkey high in the tree
Written by
Peter Kiggin
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