In the evening
we titrated our doses
cautiously insufflating DMXE
until its threshold appeared; old hope,
That one could return
to the m-verse.
We listened to thumping drumcode
and watched a Soviet adaptation
of The Lord of the Rings.
Nonsensical contexts were generated by
the juxtaposition of techno with our Russian Frodo
and Gandalf the Red.
I consumed no more than 7mg
and enjoyed little over two hours
of mild dissociation, pleasant warmth
and good company before the effects began to gently fade.
It is worthy of further assessment, but carefully
given its current age.
Perhaps this new generation
of arylcyclohexylamines
show some promise.
