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Shout Out – Sekou Sundiata

Here’s to three hour dinners and long conversations

To the philosophical ramifications of a beautiful day

To the twelve-steppers at the thirteenth step,

May they never forget, the first step.

To the increase, to the decrease

To the do, to the do, to the did, to the did

To the do, to the did, to the done done

To the lonely, to the brokenhearted.

To the new, blue haiku.

Here’s to all or nothing at all.

Here’s to the sick, and the shut-in.

To the was you been to the is you in,

To what’s deep and deep to what’s down and down

To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

Here’s to the crazy, the lazy

The bored, the ignored

The beginners, the sinners, the losers, the winners.

To the smooth & the cool

And even to the fool.

Here’s to your ex-best-friend.to the rule-benders and the repeat offenders.

To the lovers and the troublers, the engaging, the enraging

To the healers and the feelers & the fixers and the tricksters

To a star falling through a dream.

To a dream, when you know what it means.

To the bottom, to the root

To the base, uh boom, to the drum

To the was you been to the is you in

To what’s deep and deep to what’s down and down

To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

Here’s to somebody within the sound of your voice this morning.

Here’s to somebody who can’t be within the sound of your voice tonight.

To a low-cholesterol pig sandwich smothered in swine without the pork.

To a light buzz in your head & a soundtrack in your mind

Going on and on and on and on and on like a good time.

Here’s to promises that break by themselves

Here’s to the breaks with great promise.

Here’s to people who don’t wait in the car when you tell them to wait in the car.

Here’s to what you forgot and who you forgot.

Here’s to the unforgettable.

To the was you been to the is you in

To what’s deep and deep to what’s down and down

To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

Here’s to the hip-hoppers, the don’t stoppers

Heads nodding in the digital glow of their beloved studios.

To the incredible indelible impressions made by the gaze as you gaze in the faces of strangers.

To yourself you ask: Could this be God? Straight up! Or is it a mask?

Here’s to the tribe of the hyper-cyber

Trippin at the virtual-most outpost at the edge on the tip

Believin that what they hear is the mothership, drawing near.

To the was you been, to the is you in

To what’s deep and deep, to what’s down and down

To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.