With a soul-kite—
With a soul-kite— with a glide-sprite— my kicks sing sick licks on the 606 launching me through coefficients of friction— Heel-toe then toe-heel— I rock to unpeel the world's corneum stratum— for my deck's the diction of the spirit of the atom— Focus is a pair of sneakers and hair clinging tight on a board— a centered notochord gripping life’s ages and stages— propelling embryonic phases like Musk’s rockets to evolution ahead— history blazes and history shreds Freedom is a longboard with rooftop hot chops conquering curves and sciatic nerves— unfettered, unbound— a particle-smasher and thrill-lasher— I ride a master spell-caster of syllable and sound In this city of big shoulders— a heart of small width may fly lower— a mind of small feat may move slower— but with a foot-bow I can bend low earth’s days and sun’s rays like strings as I sing— With a space-carbon-key I am a galaxy flying between atoms— focused and free—
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