Songs with names like "Where the Skies End"
and "Gateway to the Sun"
Ambient tracks and agarwood incense
Books on Buddhism and the Beat Generation
A glass of whiskey, sipping alone
In the quiet remains after a party is done
Soft existence, like an afterthought
Rolling, pulsing, stillness in layers
With body like drunk and vision like high
Memories of the feeling, perpetual influence
Rising subconscious, back of my mind
Tribal beats and eastern chords
Snakecharmer fore my cardboard bed
Swish and clack of a beaded curtain
Exotic serenity, it's all in my head.
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