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Metaphors Written In Psychedelic Ink
Metaphors written in psychedelic ink
inside my mind like a projector slide show
of insanity.
The flying pig in the boiling sea chastses me,
I must uncover the cosmic key or the bull
will smash all the inventory.
I refuse to be a diamond in a sea of glass
or Alice through the looking glass,
or stare to long into the abyss
and see it staring back at me.
The golden heart has turned to red
the grapes of wrath are pressing out
the blood of innocence
and I must sound retreat in psychedelic ink
or become lost in illusions,
delusions of peace.
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Chetta Achara
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