Sober, for now
   Such beginnings reach a new high today, like never before
     See
It didn't take a substance to get off
I inhaled nothing
Smoked squat,
    Was alone in my mind and
reality, set in. The calm clear eyed, looking at a clear sky,
Mid-day kind,
      How **** peace find its way there?
Could have been leftovers tripping or off- kilter stray endorphins, or serotonin somehow getting back through
The blocked numb receptors,
I give up.
It doesn't matter to me but I feel
Akin to some lab rat subject wired up and fed *******.
I truly might be.
It might all be just a hologram.
I'm game for any explanation
But quantum entanglement on a scale greater than  molecules or brain synapses or chemicals.
The whole experience was caused by me giving. Feeling empathy. Feeling a part of something more immense, instead of apart.
I'm rambling.
A better explanation, might have been in symbolism, perhaps that
Is the derivation of religion.
I just know, for a while
I was composed

Some had found happiness
A couple found love
Another groveled in sadness
A few became known
Yet wherever all ended up
They knew they had touched
The bounds of infinity
And the peace of knowing.

How sad it all
Every passage not a poem
How useless normal language
Has become
But, can one infer its all
Been for nought
When people you touched
Once laughed and cried

And there lies the mysteries
No philosophy has answered
While in hell or heaven
We aspire.

Has HP so many spinning wheels anymore?
I wait to heart a poem I like, comment, save a work, and I get,

A spinning wheel

Or a little sign:

Bad gateway. 505

Are we all dead?

How here
Is one more purer
Another whiter
A color so wrong?

How can the outsides
Of a thing make dirt
Fiber and tissue
Stronger than heart?

And how does the sun shine
Equally without judgement
Or doubt on every facet
Of life without question?

As a storm crowns with terror
Who escapes it's
wrath,
And is killing for hunger
The same as ****** in rage?

How can we take pleasure
Knowing eventual means death,
And how can lovely eyes hide
Such hateful revenge?

All my questions unanswered
From centuries of presumed
Wisdom, religion or philosophy,
Leader, or peasant.

And since the clouds open exactly the  same for creatures as they do man,
And the storms turmoil neither
Measures good or bad,
And as the trees and grasses grow as well for the
Masses of variety,
And the seasons ebb turn freeze
And boil-
Isn't it with reason I ask
How then did man
Reach the conclusion
Of his
Superiority,
At all?

The spider scurries up the wall into the kitties paw,
Curiosity once again fills
My mind,
Wanting to know
Who wins.
As the spider falls
The kitty searches
And life goes on