Mushrooms of the Magic Type
An innocent looking fungus,
With a wonderful psychedelic purpose.
What are we to see?
Fictional reality in cinematic 3-D.
A four hour journey,
Which creates a compelling story.
Can it really be?
Life's purpose visioned beneath a single tree.
What a strange sculpture,
Until one looks brutally closer.
Are you staring at me?
The condemned mirrored look, lusting to be free.
On closing my eyes,
I can see clearly the complex function of the skies.
A lucid dream?
Where illusions that hallucinate can be seen.
With no more fear limits,
After time-stopping regular love visits.
What does this mean?
The transformation into a beautiful human being.
Copyright © Stephen Mantle | Year Posted 2014
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