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I listen to the ramblings of a mad prophet, and wonder from wince his words come.

Are they inspired by Holy origins, or derived more from a psychedelic source?

Could his visions have a basis as much psychotic as divine?

Is there ultimately any real difference?

His rumbling utterances give the impression more of randomness than of order,

Yet in the chaos of his expressions insanity and genius intermingle.

The fine line alleged to separate these weaves to and fro and round about,

Thus making their separation nearly impossible, if one should even try.

In their midst the embers of a concept escalates like an egg of new life.

Out of which will grow a new directive obscuring an innovative thought form,

Or as likely blossom into an anti-progressive degradation.

Its deceptive warm glow could lead us down a confused myopic path.

If we dare see the distinction, needs be we point it out.

And if that notion be taken to its inevitable conclusion,

Will the same mad prophet declare us heretic, blasphemer, demon spawn?

Or could the psychedelic take us to a brighter place of enchanted enlightenment?

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