i roll onto my back,
and let the space shake
around me and my starry eyes.
this world of this constant
perceptual ghosting, i am
a light for you, and
you are in the driver's seat.
i would never fight you for
fear of what you would do,
or fear of what you could do.
i walk and i think and your
inspirations guide me through.
so i roll on to my back
into the middle of your palm, and
i let you have me entirely.
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