I told them how I felt
Such a great amount of my life and my self
Ends up discarded
They agreed it was time for a change

So we cast ourselves to the shore
Fire on the beach, food from the jungle,
Sleep with each other and the stars
We served us and no one else

We crushed our vows and forgot our secrets
Freed ourselves of what's come to pass
With no part of ourselves hidden and uncommitted
Lying in the sand unintruded

We live to see another day
Grateful for each other
We honor all the dead equally
And let them all slip away

Magic crusted beneath our fingernails
All the world's love for this little we have
We turned our gaze beyond the mossy bunker in the dawn
And saw light

Mind you, I wasn’t possessed, as far as I knew.

There was a new shop near where I was living at the time: magazines, records, T-shirts, various other kni.cknacks. I stopped in. There were three young men there, who evidently worked there, and we got to chatting. In the course of which, I bought a copy of Rolling Stone. I was a bit of a metalhead, since there wasn’t much else out there that looked interesting (late 80’s, early 90’s). I was a great deal more into the Illuminati/Discordia/

Ochomogo Pass is a mountain pass in Costa Rica, connecting the San Jose region with Cartago. At an elevation of about 1500 meters or 5000 feet, it separates the Pacific Ocean drainage basin in San Jose Province from the Atlantic Ocean drainage basin in Cartago Province. (Although to be technical, the provincial boundaries don't strictly follow the physical boundaries, and the pass is completely within Cartago province). The pass also carries National Route 2, Costa Rica's main East to West