Kunama 1971

The Trip

The lingering sound of voices, Faces blurred and happy, Free from reality. The shapeless world surrounds him, Vision sweet and slurred, Falling, floating, forevermore. The dizzy smell of incense, Walking ahead in time, Eerie, dimly, haunting drone. Naked sinful soul, Hungering for more, Most clear - an evil presence. Kerry Smith 21

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