I was all spit and fire on the roast, turned on to a deep state in my mind, all nervous tissue playing connect-the-dots, thinking deep thoughts…then realized I’d been thinking someone else’s deep thoughts, the cycloreflections of Height Keech, singing mind moves the mountain / heat won’t retreat and spirits in the trees / that’ll shake the ground and past all the noise / to the house of lights, blue lights. I shrugged. “Why fight this righteous feeling?” He took over, did all the thinking and the walking, in step, in the darkest depths / I heard secret songs. Shrug again; why fight it, why not move too?
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