Time to be free,
to set my mind between a world of sense and one of joy.
A two tab kind of day.
Tiny white papers in my pocket made their way under my tongue,
I sat there for a bit,
chewed and swallowed.
Waiting for my body to sink,
to hit that deep bottomless interiority;
I sat fixed on the horizon.
Tall beautiful pines towered over the cove,
casting it with shadows of remorse.
Serenity, peace dropped slowly over me from the veils of darkness.
Longing for the visitings of imaginative power,
to set me free from the pit of my own mind.  
Butterflies left the sky above and made their way to my body,
soon they fled from my empty gullet,
oozed their way to my hands and feet;
the tingles embraced me.
Restlessness.