Shamans awake the escape the dream filled reality of the West escaping the hunter’s bows striking swiftly and silently through the pale dark gray of morn strange reflections across the pond obscure faces staring back at us waiting to be set free.. the night welcomes our Presence wind whistling through the tall reeds tapestry’s fall to the ground it is the natural cycle of course the wolf will break through rabbits flee in fright escaping in the direction of the moon their fate is similar to ours the leaves have rotted stars have ended the path constricts into impassableness the moon is setting
its kind of got a hidden meaning...basically all life is meant to have the same dreadful fate. i like your choice of words it makes it strong
well i meant it to be that we are all doomed to the same fate if we dont free our minds to psychedelic philosophy
