AA (9.26.72 -? / new york city)

Epiphany

strange ideas
take route
these vines
of the mind
travel information
freeways
sorry
my karma
ran over
your dogma

redefining
my meaning
because like nature
my heart beats
in seasons

like i told them
before
love and life
are separate
entities
life trampling
tall grass
stained native red
and love
segregated
to the back
of the bus

i died
every time
eye opened
my i
but soon bloomed
in season
with g*d's gentle
kiss

and induced

such
sweet

soul
gasm.

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