Psychedelia Poem by Randy Briggs
Psychedelia
when the room is spinning
colors flashing,
mirrors laughing.
you swallow something that isn't there,
psychedelics fill the air.
you to try grasp reality
on all the things in front of you,
you say it's ok
but it's not (really it isn't) .
things more crazy than you thought,
your thoughts aren't thoughts,
they're dreams
of which you cannot speak.
you leave
and come back again,
back again-
back again.
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