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Slow

Easy does it
Easy does it
Let the words flow out
as a gentle pour
Rain drops, dropping a gentle message bliss
Rolling off the tongue
Youth pools into new love
And passion yearns to rage on
The clock strikes an ever lore
Less the stop watch tick tocks
knocks at your door to just
STOP
Say no more
Slow down
Time space is torn
Dimension shifts
The mirror tells of one reborn
And the vibrations ring a heavy truth
Tongue tuned into smooth
Looney grooves
Or Dark depths masculine magician muse
Speed things up at once
And the rhythm shines a high pitched rolling baboon
Whisper your sweet nothings upon the moon
Scream out to the Sun
"Hear me now!
Im the King of Fools!"
And the pattern changed from creek to Monsoon
The floodgates of Heaven poured
And the Blessings were cast upon lips of thy runes
And the spinning hands became nothing more
©palewriter