Plato In Wonderland
SOCRATES:
“The soul; and I know it may be bold but it’s also italic. I’m about to be having it like it’s some blue, some glue, gluing me to the universe. Ever since its birth we do exactly what we’re worth. One with the Earth and the flora, the fauna, floating mana, merry-mana. I’m feeling only proper like I could twist up the helicopters proper and get up in to the air. I don’t care because I swear everything I do was truth, not dare. Because I dare to care and I know that you better beware anyone who tries to tell you a tortoise is faster than a hare. A hare’s also faster, too, just depends which direction you’re traveling, ooh. I’m going to be unraveling the mysteries of the universe in itself. Not an elf, not a dwarf, not a man, nor a wizard. I’m just Spirit talking to you like it’s part of my gizzards, part of the same lucid dream. And I don’t know if you know what I mean but it seems this song is about to end, just like a bad dream. Or a glad dream.”
PLATO:
“We’re part of the mad-hat-team. It’s like we – A to the L-I-C-E. I see thee, like it’s medieval speak, medieval T to the O-N-G-U-E – kind of like an H-U-E, that’s a hue. Oh you! Yeah. The beat just dropped. My feet feel hot. I’ll hit the g-spot of life because an orgasm metaphor is going through my mind as I’m inclined to write exactly what I’m saying now on these speakers, on Prose, you know that we’ll get there, some day somehow, because I see something profound and it’s kind of like the Tao. I don’t really care exactly how I’m spraying what I’m flowing from my brain and I’m just dashing from the Garden of Eden yet again, and I’m feeling like I’m needing to be kneading my dough into some bread and I’m flowing with the rhythm and I know I’m never sinning except sometimes I’m slipping though you know I’m not missing ‘cause I’m going in no strikeout, must exert my clout and hit the ball into the clouds. That’s the sound from my mouth and you know that it’s up off the ground ’cause we’re one with the Earth. I will quench my thirst with some elemental Water, like the Daughter. And I see the Papa, kind of like big Zeus or the Sun. Our time’s begun. Fire. I see the desire while we’re feeling kind of wired like electricity’s going through the Air. Elementally speaking, I’ll choose truth and dare because there’s no boundary. There’s just a quandary and yet it’s not bittersweet. I’ll just hand it off to Z and he will have to speak elite.”
SOCRATES:
“Speak elite, like I was speaking from both my head and my feet. I average it out, it’s coming from the heart, from the middle, now from the solar plexus. Snatch the nexus and it turns out that I was up in a Lexus this whole time and I didn’t even realize what was going on in my own mind as it all seemed to be completely illusory but then it turns out gravity’s the same as antimatter. I don’t know if that’s some Mad Hatter shit or some March air or the seven elements. Air, Fire, and Earth – ooh – what’s it all worth? I don’t know. I just have this intuitive feeling we need to take a left right here.”
PLATO:
“That is correct! But take a right up HERE!”
SOCRATES:
“The universe is revealing to us our own destiny as we come into it, this whole simulation. We’re all one nation. I feel like we should all feel pure elation and should be getting elevation. Elevated. At the same time, we’re all related. Same time, same rhymes. We’re all faded to come from our own minds, oh my God. It’s all crazy. I’m feeling hazy like I was coming out of a labyrinth or mazey. But it’s not Pan’s Labyrinth or Pandora’s Box. Because I closed that shit up and it turns out that the sound that the fox say doesn’t even matter; it’s all the same sound. It’s all the same psychic noise that we tried to use to reclassify ourselves as squares or rounds.”
PLATO:
“That was sick. Yaxing Yao – he’s legit. I wonder what sounds will come from the speaker when the beat hits, again. Get it still – like Zen – Buddhism. That’s the jam. It’s all good, take a right at the exit. I’m not exiting a venture for the next minute, but hey – time is relative, so, I’m seeing all my relatives and it’s kind of like everything and everyone. All interior, exterior. Time has not begun and it’s not ended. You know I’m feeling like nothing is second-guessing ’cause there’s only certainty ultimately. I see that in which we seek; the golden snitch flapping its wings, not looking E to the V-I-L but the opposite. Spell it backwards. Like Eminem says, ‘it’s love.’ Coming from Above, feeling pure sort of like a dove and I know that I’ve got so much but’ve got to quench my thirst. I know I’m not the worst. I know that I’m going to go one with the curse? No. There’s no curse, in fact, because this is no enchanted land. Nah...it’s kind of enchanted, though. I’ve got to understand that there’s no negativity ultimately in this symphony we call L to the I-F-E. You’ve got to take a right – R to the I-G-H-T. TNT. DMT. I meant to say NZT like it was the movie. What’s the name of it? – I’m pursuing words to be remembering. It was called Limitless. But we’re already limitless. We don’t need those pills to be getting that. We persist. Because it keeps growing. And we’re sowing – like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. We’re gonna always win because we know exactly how to do it. And we see the blue chip. It’s not like Big Blue like IBM. Power hour, chomping on the chowder, getting louder, we know we see the sounds creeping up from the ground, levitating. Feeling like we’re never hating. The Earth is just quaking the way that we’re demonstrating our elation and all of our relations to all of the races in every single nation. So, Socrates, what’ll you be saying, going off this thread, thread the needle, get it like, it’s a Beedrill...?”
SOCRATES:
“Evolution but we’re both wearing the same thing, turns out. Invisible? We’re fully visible. What’s credible and truly a miracle is the fact that lyrical sentences are coming out right now. We’re both driving and we’re both thriving. It turns out that we’re both jiving. We’re both up in the same iScene ‘cause we’re both serving the same Queen and it turns out it’s the Light Side, bright side. Oh my, so high, in the sky, but it turns out the volcano was just the beginning of the winning that was about to be ensuing while canoeing and boozing, cruising. We know that we’re bruising nothing ’cause what we’re doing is healing, taking meals with Billy G, Melinda too, ’cause I feel like Cinderella do when she finds her new shoe. Holy shit. This is a castle.”
PLATO:
“Nick Castle. The Punisher. Punitive systems of justice don’t mean much shit as I feel the eruption of the goodness that’s the true bliss and I see you kiss life; it’s good, alright? One with the light, feel no fright from the lightning god or even Agni, the Hindu god of fire. I see the wire and I’ve got to snip it because I’m flipping. I’m trying to be trimming down like it’s a tonic I’d been sipping on. Get it on to the end of time, like you were Donkey Kong, going ‘hoo-hoo-hah’ ‘cause you see Diddy up in this city and the country. You've got the munchies to be causing some changes. Not raging ‘cause we know we’re just saying something so golden to conjure our patronuses. I meant to say ‘patronae.’ Words fly and it’s kind of like Bill Nye the Science Guy with his mind – it’s at the genius level. There’s no boundary, there’s no threshold. There’s no loungering, only the get-go, only the ghetto – the opposite, though – this is no hell. This is feeling swell. Kind of like Nell-E. It’s getting hot in here: take off your clothes, go back down to the Garden of Eden again before we ate the apple of knowledge and goodness. Pandora’s Box sure hit the spot. Give me some rocks like it’s the Rockefeller, but not: I’m not gonna rot. I’m inclined to get one with the sublime, the divine, with what I write in my mind, the back. Every single line’s giving you something not-slack but on-tack, on point like that’s exactly what we have down-pat, so...Pat will setup a meeting Monday and it will be feeling like the fun-day. But hey – hey-hey-hey like Fat A to the L-B-E-R-T would say – that’s another storay, Blades of Gloray.”
SOCRATES:
“Dude you just read my mind. I was about to say, ‘We can only spray things that are movie references.’ Something like the ‘true-true.’ Word of mouth soon due. Ooh, superuser, you do! Who knew that everything was Goo-gle? ‘Ooh, this is Google! Oh yes! We know how to google noodles!’"