Beatnik poem! Italian Highways! Super volcano crater lake!

Beatnik poem! Italian Highways! Super volcano crater lake! I am Drinking a cappuccino along a highway in 🇮🇹 Italy. Reading a new poem Sean has just texted. My hair is still wet from swimming in a super volcano crater lake. This highway bar Café has many decaying statues, including half torso of women surrounded by serpents and large turtles.“Apocalypse means”Apocalypse means when the whole world changes foreverLike when an American's righteous actbecomes to walk over to his neighborAnd turn off their generator When the power never comes back onAnd they stop mining for more lithiumQuiet nightLatent in the dinWhen the middle of the night Is when the full moon is highAnd not when your phone says 5amCrickets still going strongIt's when the young people take over banksTo throw a ragerAnd then give their lives more willingly to thisThan the cops do to their sense of lawWhen the dynamite has all been usedTo remove speed bumps And pot holes grow applesTake a stroll down memory lane How our freedom of thought was taken awayBy songs about tacos raining from the skyFlood stupidity down all major channelsAnd the elites shoot themselves in the footWhen the result is the annihilation of mindRemoving all obstacles to the insane choice To return to God's will Bending to the machine takes on new meaning When you switch off the light to see by darknessWhen you unplug the fridge To cool food in a thick Northern wallBecause the sound of hot motors for cooling purposes has become more painful than rotten milk or soggy celeryHonesty isn't easyBut in the end It's easier than all the liesAnd unnecessary lines painted on the roadsYear after year after yearYellow strip after yellow stripe after yellow stripeMosquito buzzing in my earTeaches me a lesson I haven't learned About compassion and acceptance and surrender To the triggerWhich button did Ron push to cause all of this?Confusion breeds understandingBy exhausting all extreme optionsNo wonder God has allowed evil to win To this extentDot exeExecutable file Is the one they have on meAbout my mental illnessAnd my wrong doingsAnd a deer playing jazz on wind chimesMurmurs of a coyote behind closed doorsRunaway trainLike an addiction that lasts more than 24 hours The quieter the suggestion the more powerful Be careful what you believe Erasure of logicDefacement of egoMy smile is blankEcstatic stompingOn the back of the earth to wake her upSo she can breath againRise of the deadLike mushrooms or zombiesEmptiness remembering Categorizing settlementsLike a wine pressTurn and turnRotate tires to balance themEven intonation has been tuned By manThis dog who won't go too deeply into the darkness To take a shitAct in fearOr act out of fear? Either way I am lostI have given in to the pit of my stomach And can only argueAgainst the preppers who buy In plastic bulkOceans of islands heavingThis Moana moment in historyWhen the changeDignifies a muzzle into my palmAnd recoil of a gunDamages only my shoulder Stump removalBecomes unspeakable Because we are rooted in the pastWhile blistering forwardInto this painfully awfully wild adventure ~Sean Twohig https://open.spotify.com/show/5wLSeBa5k0ykpBMVWI0h5Q?si=unNgrKNUT3irn97Qu4-fCg