I stare at the night sky.
Beyond the abyss.
Patterns produce beats calling me into action.
Shedding a light into my soul.
Sparking the reaction.
Good and evil crossing fine lines.
I now graft like I'm dancing.
Embrace responsibility like rhymes.
There's victory in a rock pile.
Smash, smooth and stack them.
Offer them and smile.
An answer I now know.
Developing in our suffering,
until it's time to go.
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