[found in an old notebook, probably written in 1998 based on notebook]
Back when I lived in the California south
I took an experiential journey
To meet a man named Ralph
Ralph was a mystic
A god
A genius and three-parts sham
I was a follower a believer
And in some ways
I still am
We shared some wine
Some smoke & notes
And a love of power & domination
A mutual admiration society
We were they say
For more than two revolutions
Until the mind expanded
Uncontrolled egocentric
To become equal if not superior
Desperate was the escape
Hostile was the outcome
Burned were all bridges
Respect and loyalty are
Exclusively mutual
I now know
And I am the worse
And the better
As a result
