A prisoner smiles.
Lines of determination swiftly soar.
This cube with no sides.
This love with no ride.
Who skips beats to keep the burn in a flame?
Who sells blood to keep the fight in a game?
Show me where the line can go…
Survival.
He must be dared.
A pupil in an I of a you must be too
Scared.
A prisoner smiles.
Lines of determination swiftly soar with the revival
“Survival!”
He says.
He must be fortunate to blend that time
Backwards
and
Forward
and
Into his mind
Trapped yet free
With all those felonies
Watch him give
and
Never take
Smiling while sleeping as much as awake
He dreams of steak.
He dreams of freshly cut grass and
Tappin’ that ass
and
He dreams.
He dreams of breaking down walls
and
Changing those laws
and
He screams
“Survival!”
Who skips beats to keep the burn in a flame?
Who sells blood to keep the fight in a game?
A defeat
At its knees
Knows.
This cube with no sides.
A man
On his feet
Goes.
This love with no ride.
Lines can define
and
Break
and
Combine
and
Lines can blur the vision past divisions of time
and
He sorts them all out and neatly wraps them back up.
Just for luck.
Who skips beats to keep the burn in a flame?
Who sells blood to keep the fight in a game?
A prisoner smiles.
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