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Smoke Ring Medium

Smoke ring medium burn seas of yore
Always musing with substance using
Perhaps tedium sets in before
Everything gets so confusing

Lit a lamp Aladdin wise~e~h~ where's the rub
Poison violets rain like heaven from above
Heads are blooming, Spring springs in Tune
It's Four O'clock all afternoon

Wrap worlds in deep blue verdigris sigh some sing
Prayers leave layers of light patterns existential Right
Dances lyres and arrows through holes creation wove
Love, evolves, repetition lines fall from vines into palms like silk

A Book of Ilk and Oh rests half open in hands of score
Read cloths draping hearts among loaves of bread served with wine
And Grace,

Everything gets so confusing
Perhaps tedium sets in before
Always musing with substance using
Smoke ring medium burn seas of yore




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Written on 2016-05-12 at 23:58

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Ivan R
I love this. It is so confused, confusing but right in its pureness ... and the road is great, as are these words ...*
2016-05-14