revolutions are timeless

I want to dance on these pages,

dance constellations across these pages.

I know the devil is real.

The prints are there.

My swagger is facing this fear,

the 808 bassline is my beating heart.

I have been defeated, but I am here.

I have been defeated, but I am here.

I have been defeated, but I will always grow here.

This heart-beat is played from an instrument hidden,

it creates time.

So watch me hide in the contraction,

and emerge in the expansion,

Timelessly.

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