The Great Mystery

He left the cocaine on the table

Slapped it and said

I’m tired of this shit

I want to burrow my way

into the heart of the Earth

I want to feast on Gaia’s guts

And hear what she has to say

I want to wind the Minotaur

Till he cries for sympathy

I want to rattle Olympus

Till they hand over to me

The philosophers stone

And I come back one

And I come back whole

And everywhere I go

Is my home

And everyone I meet

Is my soul

Infinities and it’s mysteries

Flowing in and out of me

And I am the ground

and the life giving tree

And the sky

It touches

All this is me

And I am one with

The great mystery.

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