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If jimi and janis
Had not had the
Whip of success
To their backs
Would they still
Be alive
Cmon said the
Money
Do it again
I can’t said
Jimi
There’s nothing
Else there
Right now
The money said
You wait too long
They’ll forget
We’ll have to
Move on
He made his
Scission
And cut off
His self
But r crumb
Never swallowed
The hook
And is still alive
Realistically i
Never joined anything
Realistically
I never spoke for
Anyone else
Realistically
I radiate silence
Realistically
I don’t even
Speak for myself
I represent
No faction
Not even the things
That breathe
Have to stop now
Catch my breath
Spherical
Expanding
Anger joy
Not even
This and that
Musashi Miyamoto spent
The last few years
In a cave
Carving little wooden
Figures
Japan’s top
Sword man
Killed many
Never defeated
No one came to him in a his cave
Seeking revenge
I think no one
Spends time
I think
Time spends us
How can I possibly
Know my self
When i look
For it
It is always
Walking away