Death of the Spirits

[poisoned candy]

I used to play with spirits
the trees would call my name
interupting mindless chores
for yet another game.

Chasing the burning tiger
my being rose in flight
uplifted by the singing wind
through the chorus of the night.

Alas the mystery departed
and with the passing of the clock
the shifting shapes became
a pile of dead wood and a rock.

For the spirits live no more
and this the greatest treason,
for in our quest for knowledge
we've killed them with our reason.

 

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I liked this one alot, reminds me of the illusions of psychedelica...

Alas the mystery departed
and with the passing of the clock
the shifting shapes became
a pile of dead wood and a rock

nice...

 

[poisoned candy]

Yeah, I was actually inspired to write it after a mushroom trip