Untamed Eloquence

Standing outside with a cigarette
at three in the morning
the smile on my face
full of style and grace
comes without warning
Mysteriously connected
my mind’s infected
my thoughts effecting
the universe’s core
What strange trip is this, that I’ve
become the pilot in these
turbulent times
spitting out corpulent rhymes
Sitting down to think
it’s pure inspiration and divination
clever conjecture and computation
influenced by the left hand of god

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