Zywa
Mojo
Pain is a border post
sometimes a fence, sometimes a wall
against which I sometimes lean
fearing for my life
I can only sing
for myself, not to drown
in blues, raise my voice
and keep dancing
while I'm not dead
I rather sweat and stink
of misery than do nothing
and long and sigh
sadly, looking around for light days
without pain, the border crossed
or pulled down by my Mojo
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