I mentioned paradigm shifting once could have been when I was wounded not the blood kind the spirit spillage kind well am a day walker now a night sun blood man the myth boy shape shifting with indigo eyes cataclysmic I saw a film wolf once on a LA night scape I stole that dream I ate that time became haunted becoming the hunter of Castaneda I will split into the myriad invisibles of my meaning then reality breaks a sweat not seen since Maya
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