Hit It, One More Time And Quit It! (Black Stoner) 1980

I’m flying again to begin the healing needed for true feeling; sealing the doubts throughout my life which have been leaking. The atmosphere unclogging the pores then restores the power which has been lost. The cost of not having faith in my five senses of truth. The Heavens imbuing the sixth so I can recognize, finally realize the wasted energy spent. In an altered state where my fate waits for me to exact; enact the pact of a disavowed belief. Rejuvenating ever more each time I soar; letting the universe do its chore; tarrying, while my spirit charges up, getting rich; my soul purging the poor.