Con-verse, re-verse I´ve a lot to rehearse.
Each ventricle of my heart a plain,
Avalon, nirvana, valhalla and hades brewing verse.
The many god´s stand on the thresh-hold of my mind
sprinkling the ashes of dead poets on my dreams.
Wheels toward my true nature are turned with each
Word I scribe, each verse I stream.
Read my rhymes if you want to get to know me.
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