Bowie Allmon Poems

A. Halt thee, wanderer of lush forests and born lands
B. Hold your place, sit, and listen to my tale
C. The wanderer, confused, stares at his hands
B. It starts of with the peasant Marduke, bitter and frail
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A. Medicine men gather once again, dressed in ancient accessories and ornaments
B. Dancing almost naked in ring of fire, entranced by their gifted visions
C. They move in ritualistic rhythm for hours, even days, neither awake nor sleep deprived
C. Before the exhibition of this eccentric gallery, entheogens are consumed as a guide
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