my carbon gets sequestered
lit up like uncle fester
(quiet down now


i got three things on my mind:
time
the blind
and kindness

how do we find the peace of which you speak?
it's in peak performance
 but performance of what? duty? you might as well shoot me
pull your hoodie down low and make a go of it

to the pulpit we climb
a dime never gave a damn about a nickle
sickle cell disease dividing
most formidable this assembly

hold your brush ready as rembrandt
prepare to paint
there ain't nothing to it
you just gotta do it

the maker i'm imaging
as wholesome as quakers