Of Temporal-Lysergamides,
Resonant-Tryptamines &
Quantum-Phenethylamines:

The reverence for psychedelics is a fine line.
They are tools with which we can muse
upon the universe and explore our mind.
We may gleam insight on our psyche
from introspection and pondering
but neither message nor vision
shall ever be taken literally.
You must be skeptical and careful
when searching those cosmos;
Employ the scientific method.

Temper your spirit with logic and
forge your soul from rationale;
Wishing you safe travels
in every venture to come.

Ten-thousand mics under the sea
and the stage was an island, stranded
on another planet's horizon.

By Saturn's rings
I saw a tiger.

Bittersweet, I miss that;
The longing, the madness.
I ask: is context all that ever is?
Yes, but there's more to life than it.

Living in Progress, the purpose subaqueous
like waves lapping on temporal sand.
Keep an adaptable mind at hand.

This is more than a dance, humans in motion
react differently. Like sheets of silk, smooth yet trippy.

Acid burn,
Liquid trance.

To a psychedelic summer
and those days spent trypping.
Perhaps solo it would be different;

I feel the need to understand this.
What have I found so indescribable?
What is this, tripping over experience?

If any word could conjure the things my mind has seen,
Psi.
Welcome to the Entheon,
Times' motions calls to a halt our thoughts' rotations

Listen to us, immersed in life:
Feel sensation (wipe away strife),
Know experience (and never desensitize).

Let the breeze amble by
touching clothes, flowing robes drifting over
soft air so quiet. Hold it there.

In the name of the wind
that brushes against our face,
Close contact on delicate skin, so
boldly tempting fate;
The words remained traced in the air:

-ALL ALPHA ALBEITT ACE.

Emulsified by dark days,
I used the memories to stay awake.
Keep it clean they say,
But my soul had been stained;
The senses had strayed too far away.

Bent to the will of the chems
they had been rendered slaves;
Surreality does slyly misbehave.

Draw simple oxygen into your being
as an empyreal tidal wave rises again;
The air around me speaks psychedelic zen.

I have ventured there
and for a while I thought
I would not return
from the realms of the mind
that go beyond this earth.

No words can summarize
the sensation/experience
of existence in a psychedelic state.
The breadth of those
hyper-associations.

Psi.
Time dilation via thought acceleration.