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Oct 2016
psilocybin and peyote
transport me to the spirit lands
where I commune
with father bear
mother eagle
and grandfather time embodied
as a Kodiak bear

They tell me of the past
and hint me the future
but mostly they tell me
of the now
and the pain
thoughts come to me like rain
memories form but not remembered

I awake, refreshed with new knowledge
that shapes my outlook and ideas
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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