I sit here a future stoner, my
Eyes temporarily clear, my mind temporarily dark,
Permanently limited in its functioning.
Muscles, relaxed. Permanently limited,
With deformed and misshapen lungs-
Still my tremulous heartbeat now
I no longer wish to go on living
While I can hear myself think.
I sit here a future stoner,
Hallucinogenic mysteries yet to unfold
Third eye yet to be awakened.
The pathways my nerves traverse
Are as they are always to be-
Faded, in the distance,
Weak signals to weak muscle,
Broken fragments of neural communication
An inferior being staring skyward.
I sit here a future stoner, with
Pupils dilated and mind blank
Unaroused, faulty, frail human body
Destined, intended not to reproduce
I seek ecstacy in love of myself
In a delirious haze of dreams
Someday I will have enough of a smokescreen,
To hide the truth from myself
To become free to love as I am
Or as I will become.
I sit here a future stoner
And my mind writhes in its chaos
Stilled to a solid worm
By the order of this music
It tames my thoughts
It allows my deformed lungs to breathe
I inhale without command
Upon instinct, and oxygen again
Becomes an old friend bearing me up
Upon gaseous clouds of delucion
I will fly beyond these limits of
My pitiful reasoning, beyond this wayward logic,
Nay, even beyond imagination.