A swoon-inducing fullmoon
The lure of the lunar
Weaker still than the ever-lure of drug abusing
Lungs ballooned with pure food fumes
Rood and my polluted mind in communion
Shadelings in collusion, directionless but never waylaid
They hate seeing me stand up to stand out, about to prove all I said
Muhammad wants the mountain so I’m about to move it instead
Stand up, no more waiting, declare myself this place’s ruler in God’s stead
Fed-up driver sign-tapping rudely “No standing in the upper saloon”
Life’s a movie and all the best scenes take place along that old 46A route.
Alchemisland 
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