It is something

It is something

When the world makes

More sense

For those few moments

When alcohol or acid

Combine to produce

A perfect array.

A declaration of eureka

A blue sky

Creating an alternate truth.

After images

Following every movement.

Nothing is finite

There is never only one

Of anything

Objects overlay

The past is a future

Present

Ghosts bleed

From other worlds

Going about their business

Oblivious

Of the chaos they cause.

Unfolding dimensions

Mobius strips

Bumper cars on a double helix.

People appear

In all the wrong places

Stories change

Episodes converge

A narrative constructed

From disparate sources

With alternate voices.

Singing a different

Version of the same song

Combining to perform

The finale

In perfect harmony.

We live in a state of flux

On the edge of grace

A precipice

Teetering on the brink

Of something wonderful.

Only to forget it

Before the answer

Is complete.

Isn’t that just the way

It is

Until the pentothal wears off.

Consciousness

Is a tall order

A bi-product of evolution

A beautiful mistake

But what a difference it makes

To the meaning of

Hello

Goodbye

When it is remembered

In the morning