The Words I Spill
written by: Navin Manik
The sign I sight seems like the cyanide of my sigh night with my dimmed & silent eyesight
I begin to sideline the landslide by sending the signals to my left side of my semi numb site
The rain eyes then start to paint the canvas bigger than the pain size to simply pen down the new rhymes as I freestyle
The words I spill in a deep pan to sauté the deep pain when I hammer the membrane to drain out the red diamonds from my dead veins to clot memory in this time frame when I mind game the clueless crossword mindfully that cross ways on my grounding like the crossed waves from different spots of my cloud brain
But then the divine decided to stand in my eyeline when I started to deice the deep voice week wise by this device that divides the deep lines when I recite & resize the precise to free size with the iris of my big eyes that’s lightening my steep choice by lightning from the deep sky to make space for this beautiful U & I of this UnIverse that’s nothing but the pure light
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