I Smoke One of My Mother's Tasteless Mistys
And I listen to some old Leonard Cohen
And my conscious mind
listens for footsteps
And my subconscious meditates
And universes are formed
in the infinite multiverse
And others are destroyed,
some through collision,
some through internal combustion,
And some go to war with one another,
culminating in mutual extinction
And I smoke fast
And I pray not to hear footsteps
enter into my universe.
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