We gladly embrace it
and cover ourselfs with smiles
then twist the twist
and twist a spring into our step
we own the space
and everything in it
We are the so intellects young
What!
Say nothing
we know it all.
clear as crystal our minds
diversified ideas sits upon us
we need no more
so say no more,
for we know it all
Toxic veils veil not our sight
nor our judgement.
Question still they do
it's like a cloud upon earth,
they say,
and in nudity we stroll under
Ooh, what happens
when then clouds retreat
and the sun scorches upon our bare faces
like a chained maneater unchained
what then happens of our twist
and spring?
the senile ask
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