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soul trips

fingertips typing and soul trips
a beautiful crow on crescent stem sits
a hot cup of wisdom from it he sips
a golden leaf pray to never leave
a womb of stories and a burden to conceive
a digital nomad from face to face he made a book
some search for how to look, some love how they look
king of sand seal your metaphor
in silicone Valley they can't stand the allure
tesla ate the bait a wireless prophet ripped for profit
the mummy laughed, what's a radioactive civilization with empty tummy
the capitalist and the commy, I know your hermaphrodite mommy
have you seen black eyed sunny
a brother with no brother or sister, nothing but a soul blister
a husband with no wife, oh what a life
a father with no children, like the moon to buzz aldrin
a lover who went undercover
and that's the nature of the pilgrim
seven billion suns yet we see only one
wolf howling from sadness and love madness
from the carnivorous to the pathetic nose pierced punk
even when submarine, you could be sunk
the rock bottom and lessons in stock
the driest of cores lies in the most submerged rock
I guess that's why sobriety must be dry
there's a lie in every truth, there's a truth in every
matters of the perfect alibi
and the tree still stands and the root still expands

Tamer Hossam

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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