Hold all your thoughts before expression bends
Then bows to rich transgressions, seeped in blood
Where action’s present futurisms end
Before they start, or even think they could

Your mindfulness betrays your mind’s intent
The way a tattered couplet ends in rhyme
Come raise a glass to fortunes broadly spent
Consumed by commonality sublime

Now turn to speak the noises in your neck
Your head betrays the source of one and naught
You deal the cads before you hold the deck
Now watch the wind consume the crimson lot

We all rely on thoughts, unborn, to sprout
Like planted grain, within before without.

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