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Percolating,  who  we,  I’m  just  relating

Relaying  the  conveying of  alarming  apex

Son’s  getting  hotter,  sending  flares, scorching heirs

The  roof  is  on  fire,  but  folks serving  gas in meme

Unleaded or  maybe I’m  just  fed  up  in  believing the lies

Telling  me  mines don’t  matter, from cats living fatter

Digging  deeper than  the  greeting  of  slaps  of  five

Laid  down  a  line,  reverberating sublime, wind  chimes

Chasing dog-gone  familiars  to frailty in comforting confines

Same  ole,  same  old,  just  ain’t  that  old,  as  far  as  we go

No  more,  I  know  more,  looking  at a  latch off unlocked doors

Mirrors  from  ceiling  to  floors, stylishly  prefaced  or  just pre-fab

Looking  glass,  shatters  from  just  one  blinking,  2b  thinking in turn

Thoughts  never  random,  so  I  hand  them  pieces  of  rind to define

Seasoned  for  taste,  or  just  aroma,  smelling  like  wake  up all baked up

Reeling  off  feelings,  fleeting  yesterdays,  recalled  to  question or lesson

All  in  the  daze,  our  revolution  could  never just  be a faze, even nowadays

So  watch  out  and  peep  the come  around  in  what’s  happening again…..