I wanted to know just how you would sow—the oats you would spread and those niceties bled. I’d like you inside so don’t run and hide. They come for me soon because I see you. They want to be free but think they’ll kill me. They won’t and can’t and never would because I came straight from the hood. They will try and lose their fly— they’d not fuck with you because you scorch through—all made in hate’s grade repaid and belayed—from me to you and back again would be the one to bring our zen. It was around and through, its presence was forever true, it would be my heart and yours, that was itself the plan in store.
