Friday


Touch my brain
With a hot
Needle
Take the wisdom
Out of these
Teeth
You don’t
Belong here
Anymore
When you
Transform, you
Shed your skin.
Let go of the old
Let in the older.

When the world
Becomes what you
Want it, what you
MAKE IT.

Change is beautiful
For the wait
Doesn’t count,
For what’s to come
Is precious and
More pure than
The sun dancing
On the river
Going downstream


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