Generally nights don’t like the existence of a humming soul, 

but if it’s a friend who makes rings with passing smoke, 

then it’s granted. 

He knows about politics…he doesn’t listen to songs which don’t have unspoken spirituality in it. 

He makes histories with a flying whip of words, 

and he is the cruising spirit of meticulous mayhems. 

He will guide me today…

He will guide me today in my sleep.

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Painting: Google.