THE KOLANUT
Lobes of mystery,
As charismatic as the chapel of sistine,
A traditional prayer tool by which the ancestors in their spiritform listen to and
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There is this thing burning within My Teeth...
Like two atoms of What you know best and three electrons of impurities...
This is a synergic alliance of good souls and three numbskulls your father called 'My faithful germs'...
To Quell this uproar what energy shall thy gums use...
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Why isnt this one an elergy...
Two Lines, Three rhymes well fitted in perfect synergy...
They will erupt that mountain...
They will uproar that sea...
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This Land is green...
This Land is being swept sparkle clean...
The leader with the broom said it would be so...
This land has become a well secured haven...
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Let My impulse come...
Let this creative energy overflow...
I have pitch My tent with that yatch that sails in the depths of the coconut pod...
Sing and Dance with Me...
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I am awake..
Within This forest paths have I awoken...
Gnomes and Phantoms a coming...
Sabre tooth and horns, blood-pouring...
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Let these spiritland saliencies hymn forth and brim forth..
Like honey bread and chicken broth..
Like ecstacy's haste and final sloth..
Like sweet music that causes flesh to clot..
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Trying my fingers on this fifth saliency and thus came the ode,
For to cleave is to run cold,
The chalice and the dragon's tremble,
Their blunt,
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