Spiritus Practicum Poem by Ray Lucero
Spiritus Practicum
Forsooth beloveds;
'Tis I……Pan
Mystic, poet and Faun
Indeed a loose arrow
In flight, though aimless
Rest easy my children
Destination matters not
Until your junket ends
And “Grim One” lay claim
Dance rather than sit
Sing don't complain
Make-Merry then Mary make
Drink Huxley’s soma
Eat from Cornucopia
Above all…laugh, cry and feel
Then...
Ye shall truly know what’s real
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