Magic Teardropp Shroomness

Poem By Gregory Crockatt

Curtailed into the curved corner pocket of lividity
little by little gathering generous amounts of love
fluid morphing smiles on the faces of fantastic friends
flying over the edge slower by the attention
creating heat and cresting coolness across the lid
with a bit of hesitance and remorse with joy
it cannot any longer hold onto its roots it must fly free
it lets go and in an instant see its life reflected in everything
distorted not by drugs but by the shape of things
colliding with the air pushing forcefully through
nothing, a moment in the life of a magic tear

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