"WHY I LOVE YOUR DEFEAT"

POETRY IS A SIGN OF REDUCING THE TIME SO SACRED TO ONE’S MIND OR THOUGHT

ABUNDANTLY, I CURSE WITHOUT A SECOND ENDING OF THE PLAN, OR OF evidence in hand

YELLOW FEVER, COMING DOWN FROM HER SACRED HEART I HOLD DEAR

MEDIUMS OF TEXTURE, HAS A MEDIUM REJECTION OF YOUR WILDEST FEAR!

THE ART OF YOUR MEDIUM IS TO KNOW AND HAVE YOUR VERY OWN PERCEPTION

SEE THE ART FROM THE ARTIST MIND AND THEN MAYBE YOU WILL FIND

THAT CERTAIN TRAIN OF THOUGHT ITS FAR FROM WHAT WE left behind, BOUGHT,

FOR HOW MUCH WE SHOULD IGNORE, BUT LIVE TODAY OR LOSE TOMORROW AND WE SEE NOTHING BUT Score as you ignore, CLAIM THE LEAST AND LEARN FROM DECEIT STAND ON YOUR TWO FEET AS I SHOUT

YOU WANT MORE THAN CLOUT, BECOME THE ART FROM THE ARTISTS POINT OF VIEW, EXCEPT, THE EXCEPTION TO THE ART OF COMPLEXION, THE VULGAR FORM OFF YOU

MY ART IS THE PROCESS OF THE UNKNOWN VOYAGE OF A LATER SUBMISSIVENESS AND SUNSET FROM ABROAD, AND NO WAY, NO HOW WILL I BECOME A FRAUD, SO YOU MUST APPLAUD ☀