--Obododimma Oha
He lived his fictions, charmed moonwalker
Now frozen in the crescendo of his song
Many selves of lyrics embodied, disembodied, re-embodied
Yield, ecstasies, like this flexible
Was this self yourself?
Was this other in order?
Was this self selfless in melting hearts with ghostliness?
He lived his fictions, died his reality
Somewhere like nowhere on the maps of motion
Archangel to many visions
He stands at the threshold of changing myths
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Interesting. The duality of the artist.
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