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creatures low feasting full countless days

beef to the ceiling

I see them

going & going

I hear them

going once again

many times many jeeps are moving

ever trying to escape

 

it is a future slow yielding to

fuzzy beginnings

divided into worlds reflecting

twisted variations

how is the zooming pattern of endless travel /

folding spaces

control intentions

containing passions

strange reasoning

starts our plan powered

by light

light not measured

light behind all light

 

rain falls on those who dream

rain falls on those who walk to cubicles

rain falls on hunger

rain falls on politics

rain falls on policy

there is a rain from another domain /

a domain hidden to eyes confined by time

it is a rain that alters all vision

raining before our spinnings have been set in motion

a rain of light & a rain of night

BABY ROCK MY LUCIDITY /  WITH YOUR CUBECAR STUPIDITY

-and when I'm banging my head against the wall- will you give me a call?

 

Angels dance in the jungle.Keeping watch.Guiding the natives.

AND we let ourselves be duped by a host of concerns,rampant melodies whistling dixie in the dark,struck against selfish shadows carpooling dark thoughts intent on cheap promotion to ward off Competition.And so on.The Parade continues,the money-grabbing fool-parade marches on,oblivious to the assorted cries of the cast-off poor screaming humanity in gutters left behind by the glory of mainstream Commercialism- god bless it & the lost soul thereof.

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DREAM AWAKE- BEING AWARE OF THE DREAM... DREAM TO BE AWAKE

blatant kidney suggestion hypothesize eye-slant incant out drudge swing soul full blown lamp high incline whine surge smirk quiet roar crazy green shout dance chance squared control fire haze jest crimson I can't believe this happened drammit drone spire dome buzzland grand finale

in this particular instance

without metaphor killin floor hep me what is hip

towerpower fluke a duck it behooves us

jingle flang slang jive jive to the meek perspiring

trite night

America

America

America / hear the cries of native blood

hiding in your land / hear

the cries of the enslaved

still enslaved / hear the

voice of artists

hiding w/out voice / hear

the cries of those who

are not white in your eyes / who are not right in your eyes / left

out in the cold to die / what good

is your technology

your trade your highways... FOR THESE CRIES?

definite command-post chickenfeed motion reiteration of chinaware reiteration of pipedream scheme bout on schedule reprimand dizziness order silliness beyond the call of whatchmacall it inventory & distress signal collection of scrap-metal ecstasy you name it paper / can drive tangerine drive...

detrimental to the fact blue waves to offset the debris chord changes & pillow cases & all those things should be warmed up by now-

our theory of the eight dimensional MAZE OF UNIVERSE (PERHAPS EXPRESSED BY BLOCKS OF VARIOUS DREAM BOOGIES SUPPORTING SUSTAINED & RAPID NOTES OF NEON SIGNIFICANCE- soon to be a movie playing at your local theatre!)

EAT THE AIR BREEZING IN FROM THE GENTLE STORM-

WALTZ OF MULTI-DIMENSIONAL MELODIC MAKESHIFT RAINBOWS-

TAKING IN THE FILTERED / LIGHT this tidbit here

for example

various satire sketches BEAMING ON THE

pink & orange & gray plans of the

immediate future-

BASS FIDDLE SOLO & feast of silence & good promotion techniques

& dance of guardian angels

& sounds of a passing truck

& sound of a distant train whistle

& birds chirping & muffled clangs of

nearby construction & the subdued white

noise of traffic

-educated guesses grown on strange efficient farms divided into many specialties & splendid wardrobe possibilities... all in a day's work / the show must go on / pick up the pieces / comb the neighborhood ramble past scattered midnight

ride the light of a magic star

in & out of

style / walk another mile / here this way a-glow...

the secret river sings:

death has lost it's sting...

-effervescent speech shall not cause the true to stumble long...

yes to carry song from the greatest-

our weapon our shield

yes to harness this gift

direction shining bright

frazzled perplexities full of philosophical glitter

reckless proliferation of routine

past

&/or / post-industrial

& so on

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