The magic that is beyond grasp of mind,
is soma nectar that transmutes our form,
surreal azoth to which most are blind,
propelled by bliss currents both cool and warm,
invoked when with laws of God we conform.
This healing elixir cleanses soul’s stains
and frees us from ego attachment chains
but only the pure of heart can imbibe
divine magnetism that reigns and sustains
love’s sublime vibe mere words cannot describe.
Azoth
buy gosh
and buy golly.
Melody
a remedy
for every ill.
Priced
just right
for today.
Shipping
and tripping
are free.
Paper Doll
She was two dimensional at first
Laid flat
Then folded, eyes drawn with black
Lips pale pink
Fragile legs took shape then speed
She ran out of her mother’s stomach
The mother didn’t feel the pain but just the tickling
So she laughed a bellyaching laugh.
And run down her fingers across her little girl’s paper hair
Honey in hue and texture.
She slipped away from her mother’s fingers
And took a road alone to an unknown future
The paper doll.
“I have not given you carte blanche to act however you want!”
Yelled the mother. The doll continued on her path.
“My milk will dry up!” The mother was hapless!
Still the paper doll ran in her path. With each step, her legs gathered pace
Then flesh
Soon she was all flesh and bones
As paper dissolved into particles of azoth
Then she needed her mother’s milk to keep her bones, bones and
Her flesh, flesh. So that she ran back to her mother, pleading
For milk and soul!
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