Arid and hot atmospheres of gaseous conversation
bore down on the temporal entangled mystic
trapping him in an endless loop of confusion.
Or so it seemed.
Caution with a dash of paranoia
was the order of the day
if he wished to escape these wisdoms these breathed dooms.
He waited for a chance to see the crack to freedom
and when he saw it, he struck boldly
bashing through to the light the place of no talking.
Where did all that come from?
I just started typing and out it came.
So this is what I need to get through to that place
where I understand in not understanding.
There is a giant tiny mind deep within
that has opened just a pinpoint
and has offered me solace against the bashing of the day.
Of all my addictions
past and present
this is one that has always remained.
It is a love offering or a virgin sacrifice or a good piss.
I give these to you with trepidation
you’ll see inside my heart
and in spite of what you’ve heard
ones heart ain’t all beauty and light.
I can’t comprehend anything
but the last word.
I love to add a coda, so here it is:
He said to me if an alligator bites you, it means he’s afraid of his own food.
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