Barbara Schley blowing out bubbles
on the bottom of a swimming pool
lit by red light gleaming,
I have been there.
Oh Barbara baby.
Sea nymphs swimming in
a future aquatic Mars’ ocean.
Been there too.
Talking to walls
myself I did share with nothing
and crumbled,
bumbled,
found my way back.
Or another way,
a way of a moment.
That is my way,
our way,
these ways together,
a language of heaven,
here in our skin.
We die. Live. Die. Live.
Every single second.
A universe shorn and unshorn.
God. Righteous. Mystery.
Le Psychedelic
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