Sitting, remembering, stroking to, Her skin
Look at the world Through a haze,
A rheumy inhalation And the dragon breathes,
Sitting before the fire, Watching the smoke
Earthy, sticky scent Tickling your nose,
Dragons soar Up towards the light Drift and dart With the wind, Cloud like They soon disappear Vanishing into the mists That created them
Bacchanalian masks Chatter and eat, Cannibalistic feeding frenzy Painted on the walls, Chaotic spatters Showing a vision of Elsewhere.
Reality bends to the left As the edges swim away, Getting lost in the desert Rhythmic ringing White noise Underlying all, Seeing the vibrations Between the spheres Just a moment, And with a Snap! It’s gone.
Dragons and monkeys And gods Staring up out of the Table, Observing the fool as He ponders, How exactly Does he see Them.
A million eyes stare out Arachnidal hatred, Vile longing To enter inside Consuming me from The inside, Brush it away One flick of my hand And the water Drains away.