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Thee Others by Malik Crumpler

in Poetry/Spotlight

Which life is this?

.

“Some neither know

nor care to glimpse

what is temporal & what is permanent

but either way, we meet again

you knew we’d meet again, but which life is this?

.

Which life is this?

“Some say It’s hell, some say It’s bliss

some neither know nor care to glimpse

what is temporal & what is permanent

yeah, we meet again, but which life is this?”

.

Which time is this?

.

“i know much has changed

but who still remembers it?

Ages come, ages vanish

ain’t it wild, how you still feelin’ It?

Cuz every action, no matter how small

sends a ripple)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

that collides with sides of the riddle,

you know that riddle, that never-endin’ riddle?”

.

We meet again, but which life is this?

Some say It’s hell, some say It’s bliss

some neither know nor care to glimpse

what is temporal & what is permanent

.

“Yeah, we meet again but which time is this?

Friends that was here, ain’t here now

& to Them, may We All take a bow

much has changed, They still remember It

their age has come their bodies have vanished”

.

Or so my man says, until He drags his eyes

from a past where We lived on another planet

then He almost explains It, but notices We dig it

his wife laughs & asks with all Her spirit,

“Yeah, but what’s all that got to do with

stickin’ to Our budget?”

.

Yeah, We meet again but which world is this?

.

Talkin’ to her invisible selves, she asks

“What ain’t yo’ name?”

She blinks, & in that instant She lives half a thousand lives…

So, by the time She opens Her eyes She is a grandmother & Her grandchild advises=

.

“Intergalactic DJs, stretch your wrist

Intergalactic dancers, prepare yourself

for that 21st century twist…

trip with innergalactic travelers

inner, not “inter”- get It rite

Innergalactic travelers that travel on Innerlight

until that hidden electronic source

sends forth bolts from It’s secret dwellings

& convulses ‘til It plummets

with unshaken aim It attains the summit

gains a new budget of energy that

eagerly runs with the heat of a thousand sons

You dig, with the heat of a thousand suns.”

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Thee Others was recently recorded & released on Thatmanmonkz “Non Zero Sum Game” album on Shadeleaf Record available for listening athttps://shadeleafmusic.bandcamp.com/track/thee-others-ft-malik-ameer

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