I've got a another sense
I've had it ever since
I broke my mind, hence
I AM GOD
It allows me
To see
What is actually free
IS NOTHING
Hab-i-tat
De-rail
Un-furl
And flail
In the harsh hot wind
Make the sun into a cone atop a spear
And send to the earth
Into my eyes
And to the back of my skull
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
I've got a another sense
I've had it ever since
I broke my mind, hence
I AM GOD
It allows me
To see
What is actually free
IS NOTHING
Hab-i-tat
De-rail
Un-furl
And flail
In the harsh hot wind
Make the sun into a cone atop a spear
And send to the earth
Into my eyes
And to the back of my skull
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