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go deep dig in all it takes is applied pressure to the pen thinking of now recalling back when summonsing the muse unlatch the door let the Poet's in take a seat at the round table "shall we begin" wasn't there when it started it was recorded listening to a song written so long ago some say they never heard a word of it spins like a repeated record on the radio spews like liquid spits out the nozzle of a water bottle it stains like tumeric on white porcelain the tone of it is like no other the point of it is emesurable the lyrics stick to the roof of a palate like peanut butter it's a mind state vast space to create whatsoever one will a flat ain't nothing but a broken wheel fix it and keep on spinning "stop if you must" but keep on going because "There's No Other Way To Get There" that is if one's goal is to get some where "home in on it" keep a full tank don't run out of gas hit the throttle be your own make and model