Sunday, April 17, 2011


Thrum Thrum
The world pulses
It blurs around the edges
You walk, dreamlike
They look at your glazed eyes
And curse you for sucking on a blasphemous weed
They say it isn’t natural
You chuckle like dancing sun rays
You bellow out laughs like springtime and moon slivers
You see clouds form silver and ripple the world with each breath
You never took one gulp of insidious smoke
Never touched your lips to the forbidden fruits
You ran your fingers through waist-high grass
Shouted praises to the songbirds
Swam in sacred waters
Delighted at a baby’s birth
But they have grown detached
Search out excuses
For why you shouldn’t be happy
Seek out the end of Dreamtime

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