Thursday, February 20, 2014

2.1023 : 2/20/08 : Towards the Infinite (Seventyseven: 28 of 81)

Rock cock but keep it soft like a bitch
And flow like a river for the world
Flowing like a river is walking always straight
and narrow no matter how big wave finds you hurled
up against smacked back like a baby
maybe: mind on bright but always in the dark
To be a pattern constantly in virtue
Onwards towards the infinite and never miss the mark
Inward glorious, outward lowly
I am the global fountain
From virtue to simple in my hands all soldiers
my tailor’s brigade storms up that mountain

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