Of my sunday experience with Nick S., DMT, the universe and else
Retired into an odd place
The trees are making forms
Bowing to us, my friend
Greased trashcan tumbled on the ground
Where we once drank
Raindrops wet my face, letting me forget
Whatever passions slipped away that weekend
Psychedelics take us south, where the weather fits
Strange lights, colors I’m usually unaware of
Everything as one
And in my eyes, and I, all movement oozes
Flows free
Every word becomes superfluous
Except
BEAUTIFUL
I’ve been dipped in that river
And came out a newborn
Only to undermine myself the very night
It’s worth having fun
When you’re a bird
But being a cat
Is just worth it
Many would disapprove of our restless wanderings
Letting the poisons in
Exploring where the currents take us
Through some very subjective adventures
On these rainy winter afternoons
But we're just
Learning life