ou'd have to puff out a big
CLOUD
of smoke (from weed) to think it's a good idea
thousands are sailing
the same self the only self
self willed the peril of a thousand fates
a line of infinite ends finite finishing
the one remains oblique and pure
arching to the single point of
consciousness
find yourself
starting back
ou'd have to puff out a big
CLOUD
of smoke (from weed) to think it's a good idea