this undercover potential I know is essence tual duality eclipse within my finger tips touch heavenly clouds of sativa love and I'm much too high to come undone n I eat right because I can slay what I wanna say and take cake from the baby's play and turn it to dough in the mothers clay and help the others come come down to where angels and demons make love out of ascending waves and shape the caves for all the better ways and feed those who need those baby cakes like magic steaks magic mushrooms and grassy tastes make love better then stale bread fakes and I got juice to offer the sun rays making light prisms on even cloudy days my hearts on those baby cakes feel lot better when my minds awake and my body gets feeling like I'm reborn again realigned my spine to the tip of my tail end mind body soul perfection baby get born again