You collect
the crowd and it will
change the truth.
Have you seen it coming? The
sounds?
The kiss of greed?
Are you going to climb the rope
in air?
A magic of collecting the coins
to become the richest man.
Irregular beats
will stop the band.
The vision falters and you let me go.
The burning bush
will take you.
For Those
Who do mayhem and disrupt the calm, this poem - slc