Wonderments of the Secretion to Seas

The Medicine Man
  doused in rapture.
Stumbling onto the streets
A little medicate for today.
A once mindless scene
 In a world of extremes.
As seen in black sky smoke
With a heavy stone in my pocket.

It's with a heavy hole in my socket.
I know this world is for me   sewn
A home in my matrix of masters.
My mask of others' lessons.
So, I sit still and listen
  to the water serpentine my window.
I felt the ever-knowing sun
 rippled against my skin.
Wandering, wearily
Where does it all begin?

Where is my home in the end?
A washed white snow in the wind.
A crushed black pepper, a wren.
A flickering golden sin.

When the proper minds the pauper minds.
Everyone will prepare and postulate
 and sing the good ol' days
   of summer freedom wings.

Wonderments of the Secretion to Seas