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Some  may  call  it  exotic narcotics’ designer neurotics

I  wake up  to sublime uplift, kaleidoscope divine

Seen  some co-signs, so  I  study  precepts of sunshine

My  turn on-time  without  twisting  my  lines detection

I stagger stanza and  zig  zag  duppies known as nephews

Elated  2b  related by  two  eyes sanctioning  third eyes’

Word  guise  elastic,  as  I  stretch  the facets  till  flat lines curve

Read  everyday strife  life,  but  reality says  it  was  cold  as  ice to feel

So, I  sit back down  in  the  hot  seat  with  cold  feet, soaking feats’ still

Minds’ appeal  in  dark  and  dank  strip  clubs via  zoom conferenced  quarantine reveals

Ether  is  real,  so  I  close  my  eyes, and imagine  no  feeling, silent  movie reels

Five  senses’  felt  to  death,  is  that  really  real,  closed  captioned  matters instill

No  breath is ever  kept,  so  I  gasp  at  the  vapor  tossed  about  in  vapid  haste

Or,  maybe,  its  me not  wanting  to  accept what  I  can’t  see  so  I must  write it down!