The Beat Goes On And On
So many cuts like a diamond.
Am I Screwed?
So many cuts and corners grooves and curves,
so many joints
So many crooked and straight lines growing veins and vines, time after time
Pumping and thumping
fluctuating and rotating
Fluently through the cycle, eliminating the waste
without any haste.
The mind don't mine a shot of Dopamine, endorphins,serotonin
A cellular level so high you feel so fly and the beats go on.
Plasticity sparks of energy bursts in the nooks and crannies of the cerebral cord pockets of thoughts.
Circulating tantalizing, exiting, Vibrating my amenities at large, I want iiii need iiii
My identity my life divinity like the computer hard wire, super fired 4-5 g energized freely connected to the juice for protection.
I want to be free, no illness or covid you see.
Let me live in peace, survive, and thrive in abundance; no lack, no fear.
Hope and faith that's my gear, live let live my dear.
And the beat goes on and on and on
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