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
Inspired by a treatment used for concussions