Caged

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(After gen x; one cousin was window jumping gangster bipolar: should've been dead and the other cousin was well not sick but uh “too I got it/too I'll do it”...sit your “ad lib” ass down somewhere..wild too {I was more like brazen/defiant-usually a political undertone or reason I come out- attitude check something like that; situational} but she went first surprisingly-both in the ground under 30; at the same time: when its your time to go its your time to go-you'll trip over your own feet and kill yourself; mysticism.)

peven everett inspiration (timmy regisford and adam rios remix)

And why some caged bird sings
has yet to requited by the breeze in
it's non verbal: non vocalized home
soothing hillside rolls to an open door; sitting for
catatonic-wire framed nest beam states before;
wing dipped paradise
with the
“expectant” Gods of intent
plucking the heart strings of silence on
ground like solid hunting:
headed into darkness along the
spine's curvature tweeting smile and
all still remains encased by that same
broken flight
bound to its scallop top;
agilely pampered behind
those
distempered
bars of fear-
incrementally|
withstood.
incre-mentally
withstood.
Incrementally/
withstood.