To
Draw over Personality
My place is division of action and material I’m nearer
to about sounds,
In truth of so much weather how it is shadow to
personal mind by final rounds:
Being a rider of cups with lights on in memory colors
to quite hear large jazz,
Something else autumn to lose my crown in low victory
through joy and sad of Shiraz;
Balance of passion to check is flow towards meaningful
look at new schools for long notions,
As my circle of friends is bigness of smiles through
chase on history in night lotions:
More chill of decision keeps me at bay while
interruptions soothe my appetite now,
When opinion of bees is weary because appearance of
mood is state to real pow;
Discovery by means to land is orchestra in natural
theories to great vibes,
Yet melody of insight the summers of old years pass
upon keeps me in sweet jibes.
*This is philosophical verse, confession of drinking
soda, and my teaching of poetry.
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