Smoke is clearing around me
The world is twisting with fire
I touch a whale and see it smile
Then the tornado spins in!
Your mind is like a smile
I rise to keep it simple
Sun and moon and wind
Pulls me in deeper then before
Going to the next level
The street changes color
A sweet odors gentle
For here to watch the hours
Come into pine cones of pleasure
Forbid not the curious
Nor the cautious.
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