poetry flows through me
poetry flows to me
like a tributary I try to contribute
to the overwhelming body of water
body mixed and combined with every line
words flowing as ink from my pen originating in the springs of my mind
to bear fruit of knowledge one needs irrigation
so I'm piping when I fill lines
my book taking on the part of the purifying station
beats in between my ears are looped in heavy rotation
affecting the flow like the above constellations
all this leads to a new creation
of life supplied by merely what I write
so I hope you enjoy the fruit I bring to you tonight

 
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