First Cut
The blood of ages flow so sweet
Sweat tingles on brows of old
Fluids sing
Drifting down the hands of time
The memories of glory
The forayer of greatness
Second Cut
Hearting beating
Two, three rhymes
Lyrics come and go
Three beats combine
Watch the timing
Feel the notes
Sensuality defined
Third Cut
The path progresses from mind to mind
What on cannot hold
Another can survive
The voice so pure
The tone so rich
Listen to the waves
What an awesome pitch
Fourth Cut
Stutter stutter
The ending is so near
The beginning never far behind
The middle is so clear
See though the looking glass
Reflections so stark
Watch light come from dark
Final Cut
The flow stops
The silence so deafening
The blind can see the light
The ears are opened wide
The flow stops
The poet travels on …..
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