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Air Of Life
Sprinkle the air with the pollen
From heady flowers of emotion
My only allergies are to
The dust motes of false devotion
Lotus of infamy, no need of your poetry
The air of life is ripe with bursting breath
The sweetest and purest honey
That can be made from these wild sources
Can heal, sustain much healthy growth
And can even change some courses.
Lotus of infamy, no need of your poetry
The air of life is ripe with bursting breath
Reach out, savour the sweetest choice
For it is within our ready grasp
Enjoy pollen's transformation
Nectar of the gods let us clasp.
