JellyFish And PokerChips

A JellyFish Shaman Born InTo The Emerald ForEver...
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The Snowy Mistress Of Songs UnSung Opened Her Teepee Flaps,
And Darting Out From The Smoke Flew The Sparrows And Swallows,
So He Plucked What Feathers He Could Pluck... After Which He Picked A Seat Beside The Devil...
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There The Horizons Molted Their Stoney-Toothed Visions Of Perfect Hands
To Bare High Stakes Bets Based On UnCertain Futures,
Simian Parachute-Packs Sweating Through CowBoy-Silk Shirts...Clawing Through The Warhol-Printed Plains,
Fifteen Brave Minutes To Geronimo For Associated Pressures To Relate,
And If No Body Jumps When He Does...
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Then To The Sending Of Broken Arrows To BreadLines And Soup Kitchens,
Making Peace Where Treaties OverLap...
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Because Here... Here We Are All Eating The Moss Off Of The Morning Rocks,
Out Here... Oh, Yeah...
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It's All Good...
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That JellyFish Shaman... Feel Him Pull Back Now... Dressed In Casual Attire,
The Fires Of Ancestral Pride Have Receded With Glacier-Like Ferocity,
A Walker On Coals... A Cougar In The Caribou-Firs... Not Kept To The Waters,
Boiling In His Moccasins The Heavyer Sole Of An Indian Summer,
Like His Pony-Tail... It Is Tied Into A Dieing Tit For Journeys In The Sun...
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No Curse Of Whey In Here... I May Be Small And By The Savannah River,
At One With The Great Wait In The Sky...
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Oh... JellyFish Shaman... Born InTo The Emerald ForEver,
Did You Not Hear Your Mistress Call You Back InTo The Flame... Back To Your Wheel?
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Why Are You Still Sitting There?
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Why?
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Are You Still Turning?