Start a new poem
it requires fulminating
that state of mind
No such thing as sin
unless of course you’re in
that state of mind.
Feminization intimates
a new handwriting
and curvature of spine.
The spires of a true city
call to prayer all kinds
of penitent mind.
Ex gamblers and tarts
shy away from the chute
and its state of mind.
Just before the songwriting
the instruments are fighting
over state of mind.
In the process of pitfall
one gender takes control
over the state of flux.
Where sound is exchanged
and words rearranged
mind finds state.
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