Funk Soul Brother’s Incredible Kite

my heart is my soul’s favorite kite-
made of blood, guts,
and the stuff of stars.

it burns as high
as it flies hot.

from a realm of magic,
sometimes my kite brings back
anarchist words
to excite you
to frighten you
to caress you
to challenge you.

these gifts
freely i share.

but,
its my kite.

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