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Maisen:
understanding me is a complex desire.

Maisey:
If you could see clearly,
You wouldn’t try to play me as a fiddle while I recite this riddle to you

Maisen:
I’m a multitude of compressed hidden layers

Maisey:
I’m a warm biscuit severed to you on Christmas dinner,
Just flaky enough to keep your toe curled.

Maisen:
I have battle scars and training wounds

Maisey:
I’m looney tunes
Saturday morning cartoon with mice smackin the big cats with spoons

Maisen:
I long for things, desire real connection

Maisey:
The path forward is hotter than a pulpit fire,
After they emptied out the baptism water.

Maisen:
I’ve seen visions, I’ve had conversations with purpose.

Maisey:
Jive turkey’s performing in the circus
Ya’ll blockin the road, I had to ask a toad for directions.

Maisen:
I’ve been forgotten and I high fived forgiveness

Maisey:
A cool duck that swims under that bridge,
But relaxation is a meteor that knows where the power line to my fridge is.

Maisen:
I’m a King

Maisey:
Kiss the ring, I know you're distracted by the gleam.
The beams blind you from understanding the important things, peasant.

Maisen:
I keep learning

Maisey:
Aretha said R-E-S-P-E-C-T my mind,
And I ain’t arguing with a woman who healed three generations.

Maisen:
I wanna love you

Maisey:
But you gotta get your ish together, the rain is coming soon.
Don’t worry though, I brought an extra umbrella.

Maisen:
I try to stay grounded.

Maisey:
If he’s grounded then I'm up in the air, without a care in the world.
Watching him unload the entire magazine on the Earth.
Because he told you, and I tried to warn ya.
But you’re deaf. . . but this is written. . .
So you’re blind. . .but this isn’t written in braille. . .
What hol’ up, Maisen, is this reader a miracle?