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The Art

There is a knowing
Sitting right on the bed
Of my mind
Rocking my being
Through my veins
It beats my nerves.
To ease my fears
No! I am not scared.
To be weird
Not afraid to stand out
I play the extras to surpass
Not the extras to wakapass
But they all like the heat.
Locked out
Of the wind of my art
I am too deep.
For their shallow, deep
I am too complex.
For their contrived crap
Do not bother to know.
If you can’t understand
For like results in like
But take this
It’s true
The knowledge of me
Is as easy and true
As a blinking eye.


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