As much as I don't want to update this I found this poem in an old notebook so no date or time. In the spirit of 420 (hella late I know) I give you this poem I wrote after my first time hitting the magic plant. I was bed locked and ~12 hits deep according to the notes of old me. Good luck understanding it and please let me know if you figure something out because I have yet to (lol). I am feeling a lot realer today. It's a good me today. Enjoy the poem?
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Giving control
Losing my finger, lost though its cosmic
Limited space for my uniform
Oh just get in , oh just get in
Breath out the toxins, whistle just for me
Breath
Out
Breath
In
Cry! you are not the night pie
Kill yourself or you migh- will die
Kinks cry under moonpies
Digital
Rhythm
Pointless cleaving
The letters call out to me oh god
Filter the hound's last portions
Linguistics of the lesser known sects
Claiming, here and now, Orange
Break me
I am just the lesser part of me
Laying siege to all my burdens, lightening
Milk me free of stardust
Lay me in that century
Of empty
Coldness
Make me feel a me again
C
H
O
K
E
Diamond waves for tomorrow me
Just find me in that sea of him
Pressing down warming me with fresh fuel
En their infinite picture my art was finished
Tremors of that less fortunate
End their suffering- their me
I don't know? what if I'm me
but me,
"Them thru means unknown
Make certain they're heart may weaver should my kingdom sleep
profound is the reality of those who have lost ours"