They way that vapor rises from a crystal bassoon,
Twirling like the tongue of a dragon,
Thats right Mr,
Mr Shaman that is,
With fractal glasses,
And led gloves- discontent with
Laboratory substances,
When nature provides everything,
Mr shaman needs,
To Chanel that spirit,
pure spirit can be flammable,
no exceptions,
Mr shaman
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Shamanism is ecstasy and the heart beat of the drum vibration
- Category: Spiritual
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