shaken and stirred

Snakes & stones
& Dr. Bones.
Worlds of lies
within my eyes.
A chance to fake
a drunken wake
for romance forsaken.
Doorways to more ways
to choose
Fool’s paradise.
Ritual demands payment,
naked supplication,
rhymes intoned thrice
for Momma
for Poppa
for babes wandering in the woods
from salvation.
Deep in enchanted mist,
touch the veil
along the cortex,
dissolving reason.
Points detach from
space-time-memory.
The puzzle reformulates.
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