mental beat and you

ok with hycoos and volume silence
so values riseth like high tunes
try running from that high noon
-sun, it's everywhere the beat-that's from your pulse
the neck, arm, dorsal is pedis
but really just, all from one place the heart in other thoughts
when kept in my space, priceless the mental fines
easy to readjust and read as it flux
you ate at mental break, fast at times slow
fly high to Below so bout to land no
just glide and ride the waves miss rhythm has just gave
comfort her over the Mind to bring warm relations
and deep thinking patient, where permanent dusk lies
to permeate the dim states of You, Nighted cells
that choose to navagates rhythm that do swell into
head ache err, No uh… plot, to flood
the minds spell from dry
and out loud hycoos are like POW,
shoot and star Down when up has so much luck
of keeping ideas around that's bright and now we’re thinking
to set originality free keep verbal silence its fee
be pure gold at least what I was TOLD geez!
Got to retro act this poetic draft lesson, Then
leaning to the future relearn ways of add, dress & subjects

the whynsos