At The Speeed Of Poem by Atef Ayadi

or in some other places at aid of.
look!
if i have to choose
between mask's rocket speed
or besos's prime time speed?
i would say none of them
matches my speed convoluted
with
nature's rhythms and rhythmical,
platonic, beautiful, and beautiful ionic for white only celebrities, and one way of an
euro zone state laws in conjunction with banking
activities. many rigs for black staff and stuff.
other rigs and rings are black, asian, african, latino's voodoo. you get to pay a lot, i mean all-lot to get too close to that
natural arena.
westerners and all beings who were and are still carried away or out by civilization reversed the polarity and still working to make it permanent, like a magnetic encryption on a rock.
what polarity?
i do not know!
and if i know,
ego or i-go-isticly
i wont tell you!

i literally serve myself, then
'i' pender on what the self is, later.