Poem 2.3.21

Write now. 

Nah, write now
right now,
make sure
that thang pop.

Go write your lines
Refine your bars

Your wit goes beyond the
codes you switch.
Your tone’s fit,
and drips in their ears.

Your shit is a rich fit
to be savored.

Right now, clinched jaws
are your applause
They still ponderin
your flavors, lost.

Write now, in the silence
Before you’re haunted
by your flaws.

Right now, Unbothered,
that without the silence
there would no

right now.

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