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Bad To Be Glad, But Only Parapsychologically So. (See?)


Dark confuses light  
   diffusing into gelatinous  
pieces of organic matter.  
Maybe these colors don't belong together.  
Maybe, truth be known, is a mere  
state of deluded ego'mind running for dear life  
across through evergreen and  
permafrost to a loverly string of payment(s)  
for that cherished Flo'da beach  
priority prospects parlayed through Jesus Christ's  
very own, most unique  
vocal vibration.  

Each time the clinging ring  
of our right-to-offset any interfering grin  
is heard, that it's tyme to douse that  
glow that glows it's own Way back to The  
Farm that grows jelly dough  
nuts fresh on a tree, nourished by delta
waters and a modest stash,  
constantly renewed, recycled, transparent  
to it's own false echo,  
soft, yet clear. We will smoke it as efficiently  
as The Law Allows.

Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Author's Note
Clear light. (Post-organic drama trauma ).
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