Haven’t I ever written this down?

[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