full moon over los angeles

(no one walks these streets at night like i do)

 

dancing on a paragraph i pulled off of a page

filled with sordid syllables serrated by some sage

i only share how i don’t care when words are wicks with flames

where my indifference distances me from everything you name

we think our thoughts that we have brought have made us precious stones

while all i taste is human waste and destinies of bone

i don’t seek anything beyond, there is nothing to seek

you’re not even what you perceive you are not strong or weak

you can’t see distant galaxies beyond polluted lights

that can decay oblivious to all your wrong or right

so if i do or if i don’t is so irrelevant

your words carry even less weight than steam escaping vents

yet from your birth you will unearth things that you can treasure

i don’t define i just refine practicing my pleasure

misunderstood among your should you raise up to respond

but i am well aware of all the words you’ll correspond

cause i’ve made every effort to accentuate your groove

while you lack geographics to determine where i’ve moved

 

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