I’m hiding in my closet.
Nursing a deep spiritual fix.
Just one more vision of clarity.
Just one more, man, that’s it!
This is going to be the last time
I ever gaze out my third eye.
I won’t ever do it again.
Come on, now, would I lie?
I swear I can quit this time.
I’m not a spirituality addict.
I’ll come out when I’m finished
Nursing this deep spiritual fix.
© Christopher Allen Breidinger
Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s
Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes”
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