until God brings me down Himself
which is trash talk
since that's the drill in any and all cases
how foolish we are
to think we can call any shots
how sad we are
to think our freedom is truly free
like birds we follow the grace
of the vectors of being
and we fail whenever we stray
from those channels
our imaginations will bring us
down yet and that's how God
will bring us down
our hearts beating in spite of ourselves
until they cease and we
in our skins cease...
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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