Everywhere my eyes gazed there were faces,
Today all surfaces were covered,
In the vines of brownstone buildings,
In the bag of marijuana,
In the words I wrote,
In the gone moments of the day,
In the wood grains on the table,
All chanting in colic stoicism,
Just colorfully accepting enough to hear,
The blushing remorse of,
Meeting yourself,
Under a different light,
In a different circumstance,
By different laws,
Different matter,
Under a spellbound trip.