kimosabè

slips my words' soul on writings,

too terrified not getting sickened,

or as the preventive bodily cure

in any random premise could it be

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in any random premise could it be

is for honorin' myself for what i am,

in everything i live, see, and feel... –

like whoever tactful human does it

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if a tactful human does it nonnative,

as me, who uses a wishful zeal's ink

and the magic crayon which pivots

dream's fire to which i belong, it's okay

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dream's fire to which i belong, it's okay

to may have some fake or loud reason,

to may soothe or invigorate, or alike...

to be like an inviting dance or music

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like an inviting dance or music, i write

today... (not as you know its meaning)

but to explore again your kimosabè role, –

my naif, do I run thru your nerves still‽