I was born into 80 summers
I crawled into destiny
I am a baby God
meandering mind you
a serpent swimming out of the debris and ground lakes
Of storms and floods over the land
Seeking the dry to recompose
Playing with the trunks and branches of a forest pushed over
Loose in the wind I get blown back through the hills
You wouldn't recognize me now with grass and dirt
And God like cherub aura shining through the filth
I stand and attempt to fly but it's to early
I got to learn how to bounce first
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