It's been far too long and I may be too far gone, yet the You-N-I-verse has not given up on me... 

This June, I skulk in the Panhandle State -- 13 months after dad slipped away -- and for somewhy, my Down Below thrums again.

This is an intro teaser track, to maybe wet pallets while I weigh means to whet my Muse-aic-all Stone. Yeah, it's a word-less shortie, but I am seized by the worlds beyond, wherein percolates much more.

An album beckons. Just you wait.

Getting Back In Game -(Teaser Intro for an album)

I am ME, and I am You-min. Anything else within these two lines is simply... All Good. 

Making up boxes, no matter how one frames it, is just prop-a-gating the same ole' divisive cracks under a fresh coat of bad faith-paint. So stop marking up tribal bounds, and instead, let's all BOND within the only Spectrum that should really matter: this gorgeous You-n-I-verse that we all share.

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LYRICS

How do you grope about
with eyes popped wide when there's no view 
of what stretches behind the salt suss-pression of 
your sticky-sweater skin?

Do fingers ball up, full exploratory-like
Flail away in fistfuls
Fuzzy flurry of Punch & Ply
Do digits dance delicate 'twixt the dunes
to dowse what fiery diary swells within?

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Why do we trope around
Big Lies plopped down wide open, peer-review
a spectrum skew molded by-the-bi trap within?

Genitalia vibrant stroke impressions
Hexadex or Binary, veiled hue expression
'Box be box' in spite of facets or dimension --
it still walls us in...

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What makes a fellah-fellah
...stakes a sistah-sistah
...slakes a mallow-yellow
...wakes a mistah
Whoda howda whyda focus on special 
kindsa tribal lines and gloves?

What fakes a feelah-feelah
...cakes a mistah-sistah
...shakes a twistah-listah
...breaks a blistah
why wouldn't ya want an all-encompassing 
kinda it's-all-good full life to love?

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Why do the hokey-pocus
...lose the larger focus
...choose the lie that chokes us
...rue the roost with spose-dahs?

You R you N you Are you-min
time to toss the tribes
and share one

LOVE

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Gro(w)ping Thru The F(l)og

Originally this was going to be a sing-songy track, but then my fingers couldn't stop strolling in the deep end deed-tales, and now we're all entangled by yet another instru-mental.

Soar-y.

In The Weeds, Fingers Entangled Firmamently

Worst poet wanna-being worster singsong-person. 

Lost to learning. Living the attempt.

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