Punch
Bowl Dancing
Sure, all
the parties end
But don’t
let that become your fiend
When your
mind runs riot and you feel behind it
Panic
about mortality and you realize its finality
Emotions
govern the illusion ground
Compulsion
that is round
Out of deliberate
thought range, you act sound
Amazing
yourself is that higher ranging bound
Continuation
of the carrousel, you forget the physical
Properties
that govern are thought farcical
But human
taste diminishes with haste
Punch
bowls always empty and left is waste
Diminishing
reality results in enlightening electricity
Shock to
your system the push back to sensitivity
You’re
not the center that defies gravity
You’re
the satellite that burns up from ultimate depravity
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