Lysergic Litany

[psycosynthesis]

Gliding on euphoric
Thermals. Wings extended
And eyes opened. Reaching towards
The stars, propelled
By fluid, liquid
Drops on skin.
Constellations appear
Behind closed eyelids
As I reach toward
Cosmic patterns
And encrypted glories.
Frequencies inhuman,
Vibrations distorting
And comforting.
Dissolution of I,
Have become We.

 

[33-33]

Brilliant. A good clean acid trip, full of euphoria and discovery. The Tomorrow never Knows of today, maybe? I love the way it rises...