Some may call it exotic narcotics’ designer neurotics
I wake up to sublime uplift, kaleidoscope divine
Seen some co-signs, so I study precepts of sunshine
My turn on-time without twisting my lines detection
I stagger stanza and zig zag duppies known as nephews
Elated 2b related by two eyes sanctioning third eyes’
Word guise elastic, as I stretch the facets till flat lines curve
Read everyday strife life, but reality says it was cold as ice to feel
So, I sit back down in the hot seat with cold feet, soaking feats’ still
Minds’ appeal in dark and dank strip clubs via zoom conferenced quarantine reveals
Ether is real, so I close my eyes, and imagine no feeling, silent movie reels
Five senses’ felt to death, is that really real, closed captioned matters instill
No breath is ever kept, so I gasp at the vapor tossed about in vapid haste
Or, maybe, its me not wanting to accept what I can’t see so I must write it down!