Thinking Tree
By way of destiny
I believe
I will seek
To seek our tree
Under our Eden Eve
The chosen beach
The sunny shades
The tiles away
The years we wait
To reach this base
The base of the tree of light
Infinite infinity our life
Inspiring highs in backspace space lane
Face paint
The highs painted
The lows fainted
Waisted
Elated
Forced basements decaying
Swing in delivered ways
Gifted among the page
Sports Illustrated is on the bed
I hope for a tasteful spread
These lines in my head
Devour
Stories instead
Memory fed
Titles lead
Tiles to skip ahead
The face: golden red
My eyes, highlighting
The chosen ways my mind inspires me
Looped stars in the distant hoop
I cry before I shoot
One life, above the brim
The forces I compliment
Comprehend
Common sense
Around the bin
Time I spent in lines I milk
The common choice
Survive my moist
These lines and my voice
This style over a choice
These rhymes without noise
The chaos stime in a Rolce
These lines, blended force
This water over voice
Pick a style over noise
Different riles and roles
The systems toll
Gifted scroll
Overall
The lines stall
In gifted halls
The secrets? I ball
Shot call
Fall
Sworiahale
The gifted ball
These eyes will swell
These lines over stories I tell
Tell lines tale tales
In lives, talk stalls
Cleared shawls
The golden stalls
Over our love choice claw
The golden
Helmer Holden
Eyes beholden
Or of four chosen
In my left for about twenty years
The pleated leopard
These eyes: Bechackm
My lines: smell cook
The lines, smooth smile rook
The eyes
Eyes
Move yours
Tell times and tides over simple line tides
Miles divide in lines I shroud
These mountains, I mile
Tall skies, fall
Howl
Systems fall, Bear Bowery swell
Tiles his slide tells
Tales
Ape basic, Himalayan
Faces swift making
Dragonfly high basic
Basin
Contained within
Their pools of 100 feet
Simple greets in my iris
Head to feet
Simple greets
Frog spots beholden
Spotty’s grapes of purple
Marijuana sparkles
Daring miles on the seesaw
Leo Panther Leopard sweating
Basin waiting, his heated- waiting
Waiting
I’m waiting
For them to all fly high
The animals of my eye
Thinking Tree, my oh my
My Willow Mille
Above my head in Heaven
Permanent
Wavy bends
Jesuseine spelt, bend
Win
Haha
I win
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