Unconventional
What is
is what isn't,
isn't it?
Yes
entirely. Indeed,
in deeds money stays
green
against the black feeling
Time is on our side
are we fighting something?
You ask many
Questions
And when rivers flow
to outer waters
they
flow within
themselves
Being what stars
lit the path
in writing for
them to be
There is no problem
about the accident.
He was never
behind me
and I
see through your safe-guard,
windows.
Reboot such
thoughts across a field
of wild women
Just as if the first
Sin never happened
They are free from
Prisons
or
Free in prisons
Imprisoned in prison
creates prisms of
complex
No need-
Run, just run.
poem by Malcolm McGill
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