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 conjur the things my mind has seen? Psi. Welcome to the Entheon, Where time stalls while in motion *if one can summon control of thy thought's rotation.
You must know, You will question everything, In ways you cannot yet imagine.