Was it just my own fevered imagination?
Did future events backwash into now?
Light whispers softly, geometry on walls.
Light body shaking, lizard's growing tall.
Reality the dream... we turned to hell.
We built up the walls with wars: paradise out.
It's dripping while you sleep; the simple tryptamine.
And when we awake.. straight, that's sleep it seems.
Spores keep landing with comets bringing more.
Love in gravity, flowers spreading seeds.
New world alchemy, Shulgin on the door.
Evolving Human/Gods the future reads....
Oh I often wonder, as I slip in between.
Become the wave, Collapse the wave...
Ripped apart by tryptamines inside me.
At night, often under.
Wide eyes on the ride.
I lived more times, I've died more times,
The universe inside of us,
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