...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZvP7PwUAwM
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. . Breathe, . Catch, . . Throw - . . It is nothing, . Spare time, . No more a cage . Than the window sill . And no more a toll than a pocket casting dimes . Into the still deep of a wishing well. . . . Breathe, . Catch, . . Throw - . . It's better to dance in this - . All this fear, . All this palpable stress. . Dance, I say - . Revel in the anarchy of bliss . And tear pages from the book of Bacchus, . The wine soaked tome of Dionysus. . . . Breathe, . Catch, . . Throw - . . Allow yourself the mistakes of youth, . Spin with them; . For they may not come again. . And though the act is but a blind eye to truth, . Spin with the abandon of long lost friends, . For there is nothing else you could do. . . . Breathe, . Catch, . . Throw - . . And spin, . Spin, . . Spin with the notion of nothing to lose, . Spin, as if the swan song of the act . Is the last, for it mayn't come again. . Spin the top for your feet to follow . And forget everything else therein. . . . Breathe, . Catch, . . Throw, . . And forget naught to spin, . Spin with the fervor of new found feet, . Spin, as if it were the last chance . . That we might'st ever spin again. . . . Breathe, catch, throw, . Breathe, . And spin, . Spin, . Spin. . . .
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