terry christian ajayi
Get Behind Me Satan
Helm what u think u can.
But helm nothing pertaining to me.
Let your wits be captive in your thuts.
Cos' the Cragger of all goals.
Is captain of this ship.
No anchor, endless sail.
Morever, morever, moreover
Is the constancy with which
Hmmm. U should sleep to my attainments
I Exceeded the brim of my humility
I render plea
I didn't use spit.
My mind's eye didn't conceive it.
Appeals made in the dreams of empty space
With undoubted sentimentality
This goal is concave
Your liquid schemes will only slide over
The Maker ...