We gonna rock
right, rock means

something, right, we
gonna rock this joint, tonight

means something to the mob,
representative miniscule bit of it,
we, you and me, whatsoever we agree
paying rapture ready attention, to we, us

the living words appearing in your mind,
this mind we share using knowing, old,
wise, ways we lost through misconnection,

truth and wisdom, tandem, two minds,
arranged with worthiness weights in place,

we are, those champions, those folks from
former times, the old days, the glory days,
these days,
we believed were our destination,
ever, after
ever before, now
we were stuck right here in now,

and then, now, again,
same old, same old, now.

The good guys and the other guys, the thieves,
and us, those stolen from, we too tiny to think

we may be involved
in eternal warfare, as mere
peace makers, sent
to perform
on demand, pure

peaceable possibility supposed up above us all,

peace past understanding, achieved
in confusion, defused, refused
since
when
precisely,
cut incisively
to the core concept, truth weighed in,
throwing sheer folly
at our fear
of death

stopping
the heart
of our confusion, as we agreed,

we may be all we
make believed.

And immediately appear
as true as ever

imaginably, just so.