Careful Inspection
After careful inspection of more apparitions than all the live and in living color obsessions within the mud and the slime, the collective corals built up for...ever on the first vertical reef under the surface; mmm some Unknown Brooklyn pumped through myyhelmet and bandmmask ..“Iii_can’t_ getalong”.. - as if unveiling via carving, an answer to the blight, an ancient protrusion, a silicone pustule in the mushy walls; and visions of civilizations, Atlantis; caught my attention - when suddenly, a lifter on one of my hydraulics clicked, one mile below...and there, glowing, the opening, Utopia telescope into view and phoom!! shhhhhhhhizz whip, c-cuts me particles apart, so previous. Instincts turned inside out in quick reactions to break, shuddering away into, but further onto, upon the whole true reason of the traditional we were meant to be; as we just knew we were; and so000 wanted to be thee- reason. Yes! But how rearranged through the power struggle, that allegorical island secret chambers bending between us through clicking that tan-button -pressed immediately- wire/reverse-back-through the soft blasting tunnel in a twisted whorl spinning sickly beside itself..toward the surface. Yet, with a greater disappointment than ever; as if moving toward the sun was digressing..as if raising the ‘Island of Atlas’ simultaneous and synchronous with the grand #[uhtss-]_nfeelalright_Ifeelalright_Ifeelalri-ight ... caused this cog in a hub and spoke configuration -boy howdy- to turn a very essential piece constructed in the whole rotting cauliflower stain glass mural or wall/barrier/missing puzzle section Mmm to well just capture pure in the reverberations underneath the surface only/just what make us wonderful.. Then I realized .... It’s time to be great. Together. Or maybe it’s just me. Anyways, into place, where the baneful Atlantis now become peaceful, this boring- yes! Goddamn yes! little wick crowded within, massive varied views sucking and blending around the edges of the tiny world, remix the small counter and subversive truths... stealing from themselves what they had said- soooooh suffering splits decisively ..to give up. Then; that’s when, pressed against, the button, hydraulic prolific extension pushed into a little electric tube, slip, the surmising uprise of the paradise... half-attentive and half expecting some booty traps to dismiss the whole unveiling insignificance #andthat’show_I_can_getalong – But, there it comes? Goes? Went? Either way; whichever; it is here or its inextricably not. Reentering the murky circumstances and contemplation, that vast melting, thawing, burning up, mutating, or ole mmmmixing soooo damn radically digging, this telescopic view of the You know panicked fear and excitement bringing through hell and back! I know it exists- thee - ALL thee figurines and the expectations, the heroes now all fighting through disambiguation and figures in the underground tunnel to the dark side of the--- Hmm… quite possibly all thee perpetually ancient fiction is very very real #andthat’show_Iiii_caaaaan_getalong… We waited until that view align with the faces behind us> We reclaimed the rrrriddled around structuring into the laws today. They are not for us or to govern us, but to govern the past... And the invincible character and the bright ignorance, we overcast a story we tell.. We becomes another myth you cannot live within without.. as that Great Island surfaced there, changed, separations by chance, better yet, moreover like- Gasp! blasted back out and above the ocean Oh Holy Lord.. in such surprising beauty and wonder but pique and marveled with all the possibilities of its glory and fantastic surge against the blackhole elimination (of everything....) against the intentions to suck it all back through the hole/portal, the vacuum in/under the water/grade.... the contaminated contained button buried somewhere in the deep thinking that it’s all tooo too large to make a difference within; to make it…. And Within one... [I’m the one, fuckyea] brief instance, knew, sooooo know, believed that universal, accidental, monumental significantly tripped assuming reach to the other side of the pillows (and in that kind of momentum maintained the perspective, feeling forever, and advanced it up through the waters trudging; that wondrous Moon-free fall lightness of being and of feeling telekinetically lifting it and #listeningtowhatyourmadeof
Unknown Brooklyn – Shannon Yarbrough, Colin Brooks
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