There was something
metaphysical. Nostalgia? A dumb
pain comes on the surface.
Was Existential love
important? An architect has fractured
designs. A fossil wants to embrace me.
Captive thoughts will
revolt. You want to find yourself.
I will drink Yerba Santa.
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drink your sacred herb
and breathe easy, knowing
all is: as all can be
however sobering, a depiction
that may be, of our reality...
Thank you! Guru
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