DAILY MUSING
Devils sunshine
in promised hope of the sublime
intertwines with my veins.
She will rock me into the seventh min dynasty
Riding on the seventh wave.
The bars of gold pulsing liquid molten around my corpse.
Dear lord , can you save me from this devil ?
She goes by the name of my Sultan
To rhyme eloquently
I try not;
Fore mere words in visual
This
My daily bosom
This is all I’ve got.
* inspiration for musing listening to this song and listening to a friend mess about with his KORG VOLCA SAMPLER
featured image photo credit domugraphic on Twitter
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