Metamix

Colored smoke rises and disappears
Leaving a sweet deposition of ecstasy
I settle down and let it go, it steers,
Down the chilly craters it taxis

Feel the turbulent flow of time
Feel the very essence of life
Feel the wobbling lights of thine
Feel the vibrating grinder with keef

Up in smoke goes the cobwebs of the brain
The fire sets ablaze the striken mind
You draw the world in a blind stroke
Your ears go on like cannibalistic drums
The notes gnaw and feed at your brain
The hollowness echoes itself in vain
Your tongue is a dead snakes shed skin
And you rise into the thinnest air
And float for 730 years

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