In the community of cube,
The alter was born,
From glowing tryptamine,
Under black led,
The moon was represented,
And the medicine too,
The ancient infused into the cube,
And no one even understood the significance,
The neighbor hood watch missed the fungi,
And magnetic spinner,
Praise the alter it’s sage time
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Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
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I somehow feel that an attempt at author commentary would have been helpful...
The point to this poem is that shamanic ritual can be suburban as well as adopt modern elements due to the growing of your sacrament being scientific/ botanical:)
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