I can accept the breeze
believe that it is air
air enough for me to breathe
makes me cleaner
so I’m so sure of my belongings too, standing still
XOXOed as a shameful that can’t wake up
running, keep on running XOXOed incapable of a tabla rasa
Sures I’ll make sure everyone close to me is aware of Power.
We won’t depend on a riot or one singular revelation
sharpen, as dull as cutlasses
as bright as misguised bullets, exploding from a Yankee’s Rebel…
I will depend on your selfishness
your eager pretense of wanting to care
but not caring really
I will depend on your indiscretion
as you believe it’s all dependant on what you feel
as what you want, doesn’t, isn’t in my existence
right now or ever
when you think it’s time to stop
when you have your fools to dance around your mirror
and muddy consideration?
yourself reflected fully flush, pandered around your peers
you never consider anything else
That is a classic Cocoyea poem. Full, rhythmic, you can feel the energy moving under the language, a kind of burning almost rushed. Passion, life, the language feels like it’s straining to contain the energy in the thought. Very cool and another brilliant one for reading.
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