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FROM THE MULTI-POLAR MIND OF A RECOVERING EX-USER

not poetry, not purposeful, not pretending









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Friday 31 May 2013

Dream of A Rustling Man

It’s lost in history, the cost's in the future, revealed in a mystery and hidden by a suture. Time runs like a river: you have already chosen, you chose it every time, the river's flow is not one line. Are you sure you're not dreaming? because waking's the enemy; do not drink from the cup but the fountain of memory. I'm an atheist of sight: I see more than one angle, a Bringer of Light, do not shirk from the tangle. I will save you some day but maybe not today; fuck victory, its defeat: to advance, we retreat.

Legal Highs

Prohibition started it, Changing farts to real big shit, Cause the law left from the loop An endless bowl of chemi-soup. Can we escape these legal highs Without the need to legalize? I got a clue, I tell no lies: Forget the shape, re-call the size