10/30/2025

Fire fire fire,

greenwomb birth, fire fire,

of God and nature,

Deo volente, deo volente,

Hoc est Corpus Meum,

and in such divine providence

we might raise the burnt sacrament to our lips,

for thee a mind to some jolly delight

drifted away in the flux of passing shadow,

smoke of a black line running through the heart,

settle the mind to state of perfect transcendence

wherein one might recount with no uncertainty

an accurate translation of their soul,

to sit back and relax,

live peacefully and without some fury,

let the haze guide you to somewhere new,

take the edge off and

float on up to a higher state of being

and get a little warm tickle in your nethers,

take a hit of this and pass it on.