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Twink-Wink Reality
Come shroom with me on magic mushrooms
step through mirrors found outside the box.
And let your mind meander all day,
sharpening the edge of surreal.
You can scratch imagination's itch;
so don't limit your expectations.
And you'll ride wacky wish-a-dream waves;
as you bid reality adieu.
Worries drift into oblivion,
places where vague morphs into detail.
And you'll twink-wink your awareness till
ordinary's extraordinary.
You'll taste the sweet color of a smile
inked by the passion of moon-a-loons.
And soon, you'll orbit the universe;
then gradually descend to Earth.
Copyright ©
Emile Pinet
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