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My form so free flow like portraits from Van Goh

I'm living in glass homes and balling with black stones

My dome spin into orbit the spiral elliptical

No greater torment than sitting the lowest on pedestals

My drug dependence is minuscule but remains regrettable

I rid the ridicule when my syllables hit their intervals

These ayahuasca visuals opening up some vestibules

Traveling through celestial bodies dodging correctionals

My head war torn, it got nuclear missiles

Flying back and forth leaving corpses all through my mental