Books at market, sold at night.
Misc items sold at day
Once i read
These words
Casted on white walls
In chamber
Echoed in there

The true artist
A sensitive sponge
Some risk in that

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  The dagger to ******
The Slowness
Crafted from exotic metals

It takes years
To prepare
For this
Ceremony


The fat, tricky body
of the Slowness is taken
  and put
on stone altar.
  Ripped - the blood runs out
Forms streams on stone
Then it is left
      to dry.

The Shamans scrape it off
-it is dark, crumbling and wet-
drumming & chanting
they put it in pipes
and inhale the fumes
to complete
the Ceremony


The spirits are freed.

Chemical asylum
Illusionary sanctuary
Of tricky nature
Lure you
Then your dark angels
With changing faces
Fly around ceilings

A man walking thru
Bridge over the road
Is the same as Alexander
the Great
-brain rapidly revolving-
**** all the awoken

A kid is fascinated
And tries to mimic the nonchalance
Of adult's signature.

To be wounded
by meteorite

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Music is Magic
Poetry is alchemy
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