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HINDU PERSPECTIVE
Withdraw into the woodlands
in the autumn of your years
emerging in the winter of life
to be one with the cosmos
to bask in the light of the spirit
translucent like a jellyfish
darting inevitably into the abyss
at the termination of this existence.
Gooey, dew-laden with the
Gooey, dew-laden with the warm familiar texture of your elevated fair-play or safety language; particularly, I remark, the stretching tendrils of plasmatic matter gropes fishfold, see?
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Thank you.
Thanks for your great evaluation of my poem.