Rhyme Before Reason

As an artist,
soaked in seasons,

what I’ll render
cannot leave me.

It seems a sin
to tackle the hype;

Self-destruction
benumbs my sight.

Distraction’s frailty,
remain my mystery;

Those Lukeydukes
were way too tight.

Tree life.

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