"All of the Spirit's of Gaias' bed"

My love, my mind, my sex,
my vice; my sexuality, my
indulgences, my time, my
life

Spend it any way I like; I'll
waste it doing whatever it
is that I find

Work it from 2:30 am until
1:30, and, then, drink it and
snort it, trying to take it all
in; disappear into the true
serenity that I find in nature
of rugged wilderness

The back country off of the
beaten path; trails that I make
myself, not copied and mass-
produced in a $10.00 map

I deviate from the trailhead
and go deep into the brush;
leaving the tourists and weekend
warriors to relate on their own

I've cartographed and memorized
miles and miles of terrain; leaving
the confinement of society, so,
that I don't go fucking insane

But, even outside in this great,
wide-open natural phenomenon
of Gaias' majestic amphitheatre
I have a feeling of not being alone;
for it is here that I feel the ancient
wise spirits of,

"The Watcher's," who have before
gone on ~

Here it is that our souls morph
and we become esoterically
one; and, they tell me to in
this life toil, have sex, drink,
and, with the god or daemon
of your own mind reconcile
until back into this sacred
ground you return