A page flew from my head
Who am I to make this thing walk?
Who was I when I did?
I flew from a stand
Just a jump in the air
A jump in the right direction
The streets below like strands
Up they went, they too ran
Tumbling, weaving land
Word scritches like a scream
plays me on the right team
And I fall to my dreams
From Air to floor to knees to face
I Try to keep up with cancer-like rates
of a killer-kindled case
Nostrils breath earthen dust
Smell of iron, smell of rust
Then up again, with a gust
He revs to reveal true parts
He stands to steal rouge hearts
He ups to urge new march
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