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Well placed and deep rooted I turn
up
at every turn I see you have done much for me
I am nothing here with out the pipeline of fuel
let me turn up at every turn
oh this road has so many curves! Thank you that we can see
I pray my twenty twenty improves!
my fog hits higher registers and I'm left with a curious
residue

like trans music filtering into a window of
fingernail clippings
like a threatening attack
I am afraid of what will be said
and bullets are like cotton candy
action oriented, I'd hold on.
I know it now that I'd monkey up
and the jar trap would give pause

so why wait?
be free of it? or am I wrong about it all!

Grins and laughter make brittle those moments
where I would  fear

such was my thought! this return was seen and
this makes for a track record of left arm pains
on a regular basis more grins and more brittle!
what fear can stand against that fire!?
my laughter offers a resounding "None!"