Inner Child Enterprises: yes . . .

yes . . .

yes i was intoxicated

by my delusions

and the sweet taste

of it’s temporal euphoria

like the child

who suckles upon the fair flowers

of Spring Honeysuckle,

i wanted more

so i was driven to pluck

the lovely scented blossoms

from the vine of source

for my own pleasures

i was inebriated

by my own reason,

yet i found no reconciliation

that lasted,

save the memory

and now i smile

with a abysmal reverence

for those sacred days

whose ways

offered to this child

such a cherished respite

which i still cling to

as i search

for that Flower of my Childhood

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