Psychology for the high minds,
A spinning epiphany leading to raging brains,
Too hard to convince the head it was play,
Really to understand you need this rendition.
Page by trip to wonder then drive,
Transcripts for the illegally high,
Tormented screens of green rights,
Above mystic angels sing,
Hearing screaming whistles as blue men brawl.
Streaming past colors of soothing delight,
Every spoken word twisted in fragments,
Kites flying with no chance of reaching sweet ground,
Swiftly burning as a charred announcement,
Returning to mother each dressed in shades -
Hiding right stoned spectacles,
They only appear as shallow glossy stares,
Some strange morbid stench, A light suffocation,
Becoming exactly as the gods predicted,
A harvester who only worships this herb as an idol.
Author notes
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