When you are caught in transition
A freedom of heavenly proportions
As a meridian of my former self
These things happen
Transfixed in disillusions he stalks it ever so slightly
In a permanent psychedelic feature
The rotational bowed triangular eye
Representing something unbreakable
A brotherhood of unmistakables being so dear to my own heart
It brings on the white fuzzies
They float around in no direction
Compelling all to their way of life
Delayed reactionary majestic in self improvement
Spastic disbelief of the counter to their reality
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