Modern Shaman

Charcoal tar and gold brown tobacco are both packed into a paper stick pressed firm and trusting to the lips of a modern shaman inhaling a cloud of harsh, strong, bold, and bitter barbs that caress the tongue and prick and stick to pink organ flesh. Disorientating nicotine is potentate in his scheme it's purpose similar to black coffee; smooth and polished blended beans for those late nights and early mornings. His baked euphoria is living a constant maximum dosed out and measured into separate jars of aromatic herbs. Some for brewing, some for burning each action acting in different ways to bring forth the contained mystic hidden, shackled, held bare within his copper frame conducting the currents of living, learning, thriving emotion and like alchemy the chemistry is solid. He is the sum of all his parts. He is the sum of all his senses. Jolts, bolts, and shudders are controlled through clever use of contraband to establish simultaneous fluidity of thought and action; Thereby soothing the soul and softening the daily struggle; bluntly unnatural to every one of us simple lovers of peace and passionate emotion. He chases the dragon He chases experience through vistas both brief, and limited in scope, to gain a sense of things Great. He is rounded at the corners He is the sum of curved edges smoothed and polished (like coffee beans) in composition balanced by talented influence. He is the stone worn strong by paving a path where none is present. He is the sword forged strong through temper and tradesmen excellence. He is man standing tall against the landscape held up as a bastion of collected worth, with marbled walls all round in a carved statue of constructed rock aged fine by the time and the wind of the element opposition. He separates the skyline, the layline, the landscape, and delegates the elevation of the land beneath his feet. He moves, builds, crafts, and dictates (as the spider to the fly) to bring his titan pen to the white page; empty and inviting.