I am a perfected angel
seen wandering among the heap of what gods give
sometimes I remember how beautifully she is,
and so I suffer that she may gain a little happiness
under a godly wing
I gathered an empty dream container,
filled with the illusions of love.
Under loss, could we see clearly?
the wanderings of a super stupor I don't fit shit day.
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ENOUGH OF WHAT MAY OR NOT OCCUR
I AM ON THE TRIP
GRAND ACCEPTANCE OVER A MORNING CUP OF COFFEE
YEA-
WHATEVER I DO I AM STILL ON THE TRIP
HELLO TO THE PRESENT
THAT IS ENOUGH AS IT OCCURS
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BEAST
I labor over my psychosis
like a wild animal, until
I realize its not even me
I become unattached to the fire of a non-distant world.
calm, clear, and present
