Hansope Solo

Odd fairy on a green and pink lotus pad.

This isn’t a cosmo and wanda duality

this is a

simulated not, animated reality.

calamity, sung with undisclosed desires,

animosity

takes a muse to darker nights

then it writes of love,

with travesty.

I’m Solo in the 6 1 7 chasing Hope.

This is a word cup stage, but there’s no penalties.

no frame on my mattress, no net-catching dreams

waiting for the day we can do that with machines.

I’m in a studio by the snow and the beach,

white sand beach, Atlantic 80’s Hawa’iian.

Time controlling, rising dough

work-horse stallion.

Bravery is my canine companion,

a shepherd with no sheep

and you’re a sheep with no shepherd

sewing your own wool

astray and indebted.

I’m meditated with vegan green medication.

I heard you’re still puff puff passing

thrashing

with loafer shoes,

I see your fashion’s still clashing.

I’m Solo in the 6 1 7 making goals, no Hans.

This is a word cup stage, but there’s no penalties.

no frame on my mattress, no net-catching dreams

waiting for the day we can do that with machines.

I’m Solo in the 6 1 7 claiming dreams

Don’t need a demigod, I am an infinite queen.