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Seika

Paroxysm

Cellulite clouds play tricks
creating the Ancient One and unknown tribes
Come dance on the plains of nowhere
Cry out-
The distant pounding of drums
tells a story
Brings on revelations
Peyote-
Ribbons twirling upward to the sun
Smoke the pipe...Inhale the vision
Thunderbird approaches-
Soaring on apocalyptic wings of fulmination
Darkness descends bearing the crown of night
Dream-
There is no black and white
Streaming flows of color wash the body
and escape the mind
Awaken-
Senses alive in the height of euphoria
Carried on exalted breezes
to find woolly contentment...