psilocybin syllable

goodbye to weight within;
i am the helium beast, i rise,
ugly as sin, clean as nimbus,
to the mothering sky.

i saw every color. i felt
you tremble. how true
my heart was, long ago,
how reliable my tongue,

before i knew bitter. all done,
o best beloveds! my gifts,
the psyilocybin syllable, and
the blooded, holy words

of sorrow, are delivered.
the boy prospered, bless
the skin of his teeth, and
the propaganda of love,

and the slow fuse of truth.
light wants in, after all. I am
so sorry. i stayed as long
as i could. as long as it took.

i rise,
ugly as sin, clean as nimbus,
to the mothering sky.

clitta-clat king of the bucket
goat costume
 

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Thursday, November 23, 2017

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writing by Greg Correll