welcome home atheist hours

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bonfire roots
many bodies
fewer souls
twice the soles
filled fine pockets
picked to rock fest
rocked it socked it
dirty turned to
fresh lesh feet

we met under enantiomer
a hand in hand to mirror answer
yes i was listening
and while i was
waking after leaving
i thought about digging
inside cosmic connections
for the truth, of course
yes. for the truth

which looks like
a giant mushroom
and smells like
a musical gesture
while sounding like
a small mission
it tastes like
a spilt of sleep
the feeling is like
a grip of lit up wheel
with french loaf and
geese meat