
[Wynwood Walls] Miami, FL
None more quiet or still than the immobilizing isolation witnessed by a thousand flickers
The hustle of the day punctuated by the night in hushed bicker
Muting or even pausing calloused hands for a moment of contrition
“The deeds carried by my spirit are of selfish nature,
I carry on catering to the ultimate needs of my own being,
I may suffer and pander eternal, but I bare my teeth with clear seeing,
That I would rather burn by candlelight than shackle the day indentured”
As the night progresses still, I have surpassed and claimed master
Still against the spotlights, immovable to my own account
Burning desire holds me steadfast, patient to an unlimited amount
Trudging slowly throughout the day as my dreams at night replay faster and faster…
I am not afraid, I shall fear none
Not even in the absence of light shall steal the pain of discipline
Slave to my own ambition, never to give in
For my vessel is my own, not a duplicate, but one.
This is beautiful especially this lines
“I am not afraid, I shall fear none
Not even in the absence of light shall steal the pain of discipline
Slave to my own ambition, never to give in
For my vessel is my own, not a duplicate, but one.”
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