Where art thou!

To the neophytes and the hermaphrodites and that entire God made us for.
To the revolutionaries and the emissaries of a peace that never was.
To the invaders and the natives and the land that was robbed.
To the pure and the puritans.
To the poppers and the paupers.
I advocate a clean slate.

Someone once told me, that it was extremely important for every man and woman to have an object of worship.
It had started then.
The seeking.
In catwalk alleys of altruistic sages preaching "the advantages of usage of cannabis'
And through piles and piles of dirty underwear stacked up in cold water apartments.

In fury in love in dejection and in disinterest.
In bread and in steak. And in the divine wine.