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Final Day
Mescaline eyed I become the sky
When all the prayers are said and last rites read
Carry me away from the shores of time
To my place in the sea
Bleary eyed I feed the pyre
When each dogmatic phrase is blown apart
A stab in the dark my emptied glass
Words mean nothing here
Its too late for your pennance
Black smoke rises, the wind
Destiny curtailed for this life
Into the debated unknown
I have to
say, man you got it going on and on
great work here
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot