atop the highest mountain
sits the herbsman and his kin
speaks in tongues of a mystical place
where hasheesh is all that remains

sacred herb
through the dank forest
and the dab filled swamp
a path you seek
flame will show the way

inhale the herbs of this earth
bongsman speaks through me
the hasheesh you seek from a foreign land
may northern lights show you the way

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