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Humming Bird
the rhythmic chant... of the word
which cannot be described, never lost... cannot hide
invites meditation ...deep thought, sparks fusion of the vision...
natural, untaught... easily building a song ...with each fresh note
staging a streaming effect, by finding direction
in the flow, a beat
which although finding high notes...answering low notes
sidestepping, in reply to... a tension, building
to a fever pitch...
then abruptly, peeling away
neatly to vanish in the haze...
creating
a cloud of expectation...
on the desert
of unforgiving sun,
like a demon casting
only a glimpse of shade...
then saying,
,
get back ...in step,
every chance... we almost
got that spirit of emotion ...rolling,
for a junp start/thought we had it made
a slap for another dose of reality...
one, can never know what to expect
...more than yes or no, not intending disrespect,
just when the ugly ego nearly, got the best of us
as we reached the apex... pole vaulting the abyss
we found ourselves, lost in a seeming endless cloud of doubt...
a sword, cutting backwards... and a paper bag shield
we fell into... yet, could not get out
...just not good enough
of no relation to the new height coming fast
from every corner, of spontaneity...
blowing away ...those to the right or left
side of the space, dimensions
of a new realm, which disintegrates the current insanity
as live goes further, no just ...goes on,
not just up or down...
sideways, for the essential time/being, of humanity
expands, instantaneously ...out of bounds,
with an energy ...which expounds, exponentially
fatter than GrandMa Jones pregnancy...
when Baby, JESUS...
came back... FOUND...
never lost, he just had 2 get away for awhile
not JUST your way ...or my way...
with just a heavy assed cross
a new job with no boss...
hit the ...highways
all but... accepting the loss
in the mess we had made
of the newest
incarnation...
of
US... NOT
found...
on the ...rebound
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