"...things like that drive me out of my mind..."
oh busy mind belay your trick
for masters dig the heavy slick
that surface sweat is cool and fine
but sweeter still the wet you mine
for passions stream requires breath
that freely flows from mental death
where heartbeats pulse a rhythmic groove
and blood flow dictates every move
so leave behind all surfaced fruit
untethered passion feeds the root
whose taste alone will let you know
ecstatic heights from freedoms flow
~Moses Apollo
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