There is a divinity, traveling light

following the dedicated thread
higher and higher

hovering above, the psychoactive scaffolding

parting the clouds like heavy drapes of plaster

suspended in disorientation

witnessing the tedious restoration

re-tiling mosaics of stolen memories

embedded in the ceiling of the soul

All in the matters of the mind

the unfolding of meninges, over time

while colliding,

with a doves wings, pure and precious

asks permission to borrow them

return the props when the
session has ended

recover from a trip
that brought you to your knees

to discover the sacred, healing power of sweet harmin e