Glistering.
Young, clairvoyant body inside me
I'm sorry I've been loud, this poor this long
This poorly around you
The power worship slide is steep and never stops
I'm sorry that I aged trying to be at both ends
I dreamt my transparency that with bleach you
washed my throat from within
A real friend no so stay well enough away
But inside me you sing a cover song
of love seen through to revolutionary intent so much
That I say my imitation of my poem is my poem
I say the evil in us
You say the actual absence of it.
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]