With eyes closed, particularly after never mine lips ne'er touching drink I experience replete surreal visualizations
vividly pronounced heightened, augmented mental journey virtual realistic brink particularly the following link https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=1ZYbU82GVz4
Impossible mission yours truly, could never describe for dogness sake no,... NOT even after I make transition back into webbed oft times trumpeted as "fake" wide world of consciousness
mere seconds eyes of mine ache... dumbfoundedly blink awake, yet cerebral impact analogous exiting hypothetical dark cave eyes painfully adjust to light no mutter me noggin I soberly shake
Socratic dialogue - described even today (across swaths, where silently occur metaphorical tectonic Earthquake) of college/university students far and wide with mooch hoopla and rave communicated, viz out fancy schmancy
rhyme nor reason courtesy one cereal lactose intolerant flake courtesy within Plato's Republic (worth rereading even non political science majors ought to give revered literature fair shake.
'Course aye haint here to lecture but moostly strive to enlighten hmm... methinks most likely bore extemporaneously spewing pablum also aiming to appeal toward self accomplishment less or more
before tonight April 23rd, 2020 becombs tomb morrow, with unbeknownst notion I explore which aspiration to craft daily poem constitutes what endeavors apt (guaranteed)
to find thee into deep sleep cocking mine ear to hear ye snore, no matter bajillion miles away your respective dwelling from mine - now (at long last), similar to the night before,
(Christmas), I hightail out - with minor confession where Matthew Scott Harris doth strive to become substance of legendary folklore (hence no need to utter vamoose) with cheery bonjour!