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letra de neglected reflections - the beat poets

[intro: bliss]
i am but a piece of driftwood pressed up against the water so close that i cannot see my own reflection, my flaws, imperfections
instead i float along, naive of the repercussions of being alone, isolated in a stream of ignorance yet of perseverance
for even though i do not know my true destination, i have the patience to wait and see
for when i get there, the surprise of what happens when i arrivе is more important than knowing what i look like on the way thеre

[verse 1: bliss]
am i thought to believe in
all that i’m dreaming may not grow
i’m tried of looking through the looking-glass, looking past and beyond what is going on on the outside
[?], the boat that i’m wheeling may not float
casting shadows over my worldview
when i look at me, i don’t see what you do, feel me?
tired of peeking through the meeker view
tryna seek a view, not looking to use me (nah, uh uh)
use me (h-ll no)
stumbled across a mirror today
fumbled as i saw the picture through me

[verse 2: bliss]
i’m tried of looking through the looking-glass, looking past and beyond what is going on on the outside
the doubt side casting shadows over my worldview
when i look at me, i don’t see what you do
maybe i don’t even see me at all
dream of falling down a long staircase
at any pace the trip is as good as the destination
facing many altercations on the way there
now take care of your emotional and intellect and natural selections
surrounded by all the perfect bodies and straight hair
really just a media scare to show you fakes galore
will not concern myself with the material, nevermore
[verse 3: son of saturn]
it was never the why or the how but always the what
it was never the wine or the [?] that calmed me but love
distinctly different dimension altogether
not to discredit, it’s all pervasive
drench you permeations
the weather offering that may be, just maybe, far more exploratory
panoramic investigation was of necessity
to really see the what, experience it
now that would be something
like eyes in the back of your head, my eyes, gazing the smiling satisfaction upon the gossamer
indra’s intricate network revealed
are you feeling enlightened yet?
are you wakefully dreaming whatever present, as the dialogue cease for pieces of peace
old like polished pebbles from rocky rapids
magic bunnies yanked from hats in attic boxes forgotten
let’s get lost again, just so we can find ourselves for the first time
what it is, what is it? what is this?

[verse 4: son of saturn]
i don’t believe in not believing
it’s hard to see the me deceiving easy now
see the clouds but don’t he name them
name them but don’t expand further
that’s personal projection
ok, project and let it be after that suchness
justice what it is in fact
attracts you to knowledge
where my scholars with the pads and pencils?
the class is in you, a candle vigil
illuminates the magic symbols of tantric mysticism
i never know the answers’ questions
ask me in a minute
rap sh-t from rags to riches
the neglected reflection got me looking at a backwards picture
a tragic fixture
now we’re back to square one
the [?] missed you
peace to saint francis and those hands that drift [?] past incarnations
i see six wounded angels pacing the inner sanctum
why don’t they spread those feathers and better the situation?

- the beat poets

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