feeling the reggae moment
of live music
unraveling certain secrets
not at our disposal;
the pulse is riveting
as the tension thickens;
the dense aroma
of the cannabis night
it tends to get
just a little bit weirder
It promises
to get funky like a monkey
and reveal the textures
of woven minutes
ticking like time bombs
and our end is near
but the beginning
is just around the corner
This Zen shit
just doesn’t cut it anymore
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