A dream of a new world,

Despite these harmful fucking birds

Flying with antithetical means,

As the materialistic views burn.

A hypocrisy of outspoken angelics,

Soaring through concealed opaque skies,

Blasting their visions; bringing blatant lies,

Demolishing of dreams; single-handedly digging graves to die.

Reconstruction of the damaged domain,

Relentlessly diffusing unheard truths,

A dream of a new world,

Resurrection of Mckenna’s lost words can bloom.

Felt Presence of Immediate Experience is Primary!

As I write upon a message into this diary, I can’t help but think,

Those fucking birds whom roam up high

Perceiving materialism upon all,

Disabling the new world to ever fly.