For Terence

 

Peculiar and proud.

“Say it!” said the mushrooms

Say it loud and true

Don’t withhold the torrent of words

Don’ t withhold a shred of truth

If it’s good and beautiful

or even ugly and grotesque

Don’t withhold the iridescently infinitized arabesque

or the humorously frightening alien burlesque

McKenna McKenna McKenical DMT elves .

With pointy ears and electric shears

To cut your ego’s grip. .

Torrents of terror

when the fabric is rent

A tear rents

The media’s mechanical trance

And words flow like lava

with pyroclastic psychedelocution.

Words point like fingers .

waving like old friends

From the future.

Pointing  over there!

Right inside you!

To Logos. the Cosmic Loom

Weaving a paisley DNA Milky Way fabric

To re-weave the fabric the

Terror has tom.

He won’t withhold a shred of love

Because it re weaves the fabric

In every dimension. Ultimately. Simply.

Fractally. Creatively.

His Art is to form the instrument of

his mouth in such a shape

That echoes of awakenings outside of time

Arrive and take residence in our hearts

Never to leave us

But to encourage our own weird way

Buy an artist’ s work. you feed them for a day

Inspire an artist’s creativity

It’s the soul’s lifetime feast.

Thanks for the banquet!

 

With love.

ALEx GREY

 

 

(sfondo: Banisteriopsis caapi, la liana dell’ayahuasca)  [muchas gracias a Libreria Muscaria]

 

 

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~l