stewed a'gin

wasted too

I'm a hidden mystic

in the Valley of Yip-Yang-Yew


I see visions

but have no idea what they are

like dreams forgotten

their feelings take me far


common hallucinations

passing themselves off as visions

I'm not alone in the Valley

nor alone in my mental revisions


thus angel-headed hipsters

die out as bums on the street

an idea of redemption

in the syringes at their feet



so every outcast imagines

to help them get through

the passage from light to darkness of God

stewed and wasted too



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