I was part of the Spiritual Aquarian
Conspiracy; Now cometh the
price to be paid: My breath has
left me, I cannot breathe any more;
constriction the price for spiritual
indulgence; nirvana will be paid for
in contortions as muscles tighten
some more – I’m afraid I’m an alien
and the New Age cannot explain
why an alien must pay for her bliss
by being sent for a spell in Purgatory …
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