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TraceOneInfinite:
At the edge of the precipice, looking over all that exists, with only 8 years of life left
in his quest to each the age of 50, after nearly 5 years in maximum state penitentiary
begging for God's mercy.  He had conjugal visits and female guards walked the yard
to life up his spirits and give hope.  When he got out he would wander about
and put efforts into a goal and only ask that at the end, the goddess would give him
and indication that he'd done it right, that the words "love" would come out right
that she would say some innocuous thing like "I love the sun", or "I love to eat ice cream"
but within those 4 letters he could glean a meaning deeper than the sea
because after 5 years in the penitentiary, you don't get an orderly word
from a female that you see, because surrounding you is the sea or Rikers island
and mail just isn't what it used to be back in elementary in 1993
words are digital, and typed, so what he longed for was a word spoken or written by hand
so that he could dream again, so that his mind could uplift, so that he could hear a song
in his head

TraceOneInfinite:
At the edge of Rikers overlooking the river
thinking about you
thinking about the things you do
thinking about who you are
thinking that takes me far
thinking that takes me
thinking that wakes me
thinking what if I missed
what if I missed your kiss
what if I missed your hand
what if I missed your body
being next to me
in those times when I couldn't see
The day you left me was the day I lost
your bright eyes to guide the way
your style to influence the trend
your courage to cause confidence
and inspire the tomorrows
when I lost you I lost everything
all the world and all it contains
the blood that pumps in my viens

TraceOneInfinite:
But now you came back
if for once more
for the last 8 years
of my life before 50
There was a window
from my cell where I used
to dwell under the moons glow
And be reminded of your perfection
because next to the sun
there's nothing more beautiful
that God has ever done
than when he made the moon
and then when he made you
and I escaped out that window
when there was no door to exit
I carved out a window in my cell
I looked out and about
and waited for the gaurds to scream and shout
but they never objected
and if the rest of the inmates
had seen me make my exit
they all would have followed
and set off a war
but it's like the wealth of Rumi
"let the theif come from the unguarded side
if you had a treasure would you hide it in plain site
and thus happiness is hidden beneath sadness
but in this case happiness was hidden
behind a deeper wisdom that they were unable to vision
and if they truly did they would have to tip the cap
just as much as they would have to bust a cap in my back
the people cheered and the guards were dumfounded
And so I've rebounded and brought back
something new, something from when I felt blue
and all I had to do was take a look at you
and then I'm not so blue, nothing seems to matter
I would want to shatter I don't care

TraceOneInfinite:
1 year later, he committed the felony, and was committed to be
back in the penitentiary, he only had one year out,
feeling numb inside he couldn't see exactly where the pain resides
5 years he spent on the inside, 1 year released, now back on the leash
and starting to think that he would rather be deceased
Even on the outsides, was he really at peace?  At least
it seemed like he was keeping pace. 
And you work to keep pace with the seasons
and yes he was keeping pace on the outsides
he was experiencing the highs and then the lows
but the lows mostly from those times when he was all alone
and now he would be all alone, all the time, just him and his mind
in the pen his only friend, was the page and the rhyme,'
the same one that I'm writing on now, so how am I him
That's because he's me and I am writing to myself again
And I'm writing about them.  Again.  The women that loved him
and he loved them, that elevated his state and inspired,
and never gave too much, because an Aires controls his mental states
and lust, and it's all channeled as the pyramid climes

6 months ago I started off with the goal to reset
And right my body while doubling down on a bet
Felt I didn’t reached the sky but still landed on stars
Cleared my stomach and came back with electrostatic charge
And opened strong and happiness followed like a first
Kept elevating until I had completed a first and second verse
Complete with connections and and affections closely touching
With possibilities of reaching to higher heights
And transitioning to climes I’d long been wanting
A return of 2020 from just before the scam
And Trump re-emerging and all going as planned
Till I hit a wall and was stunned with a mild concussion
Yet and still that’s future prospects but past was what I’d been wanting
And now the cards stacked up all the same
And asking me to try to do it all over, better yet again
Changed some key scenery surrounding me but still feeling pain
How to do it again and if I could truly begged the question
But no more time to wonder because come tomorrow
Class is again in session

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