beeteeyass

To the person, in the prism;
starry-eyed & stopped—as a dead baby.
The world is kun—faya—kun.
Cause wherever
I ran—on the pavements;
through the gazillion street cafés
In or —I'd be
running inside
the same prism;
breathing in,
my own sour limpidness.
— Beeteeyass aka beeteeyass

Dye*

8*

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