Music and musicality incorporating the internet

At the heavier end of reality –
down a quiet rumble track –
precariously riding the slow waves,
Adam gapes
dazily waiting for Bob.

His long day spent imbibing
through his blue loops.
And wrestling with ideas of Nuns
and healers,
who cast his tortured torso
with cures – through poisons and fruit!

Bob arrives in a daze,
through the haze
and whispers cunningly of escape
and redemption.

As the stars drown
in the red soaked blue
of this morning
they ponder and roll
into another stony long day.

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