Hampshire Acid Trip (Pt. 1, Euphoria Morning)

AN IMPORTANT NOTE BEFORE WE BEGIN:
Words,
As inadequate as they are in expressing
Our frail human condition
Become wild abstractions
When our abstractions become concrete.
And right now
I feel like Moses
When he had to translate fire
Into a code of ethics.
Each crease and crevice of your brain
Is another book of scripture
And if you want the truth
It’s best to go straight to the source.

Just thought you should know.

My spiritual survival kit:
2 tabs Lysergic Acid Diethylamide-25
Acetaminophen
Ibuprofen
Notebook
Pencil
CD Player equipped with Lateralus

2:20:
I drop out
I turn on
I tune in
The sky is calm and cold
As I lay beneath the shade
Of that great New England oak.
My restlessness is amplified,
Mocked by the stale beauty that surrounds me;
By the stock-still sun
In the blue-screen sky.
Impatient and indifferent,
I wait.

2:50:
I dodge cornstalks
I pluck apples
I weave in and out and in
And out I come the other side
And still I can’t shake myself
Wake myself
From this ever present daydream,
Forgetting that the paper is writing my story now.
Faulty paper, or
Faulty story?
Still nothing.

3:30:
It was the tree that caused an uproar
All knots and eyes
And aren’t I just
Creating fanciful lies?
Sinking thoughts such as these
I must strive to overcome
If I wish to become
Weightless
Selfless
Transcendent.

4:00:
“It’s a learning experience.”
I feel anything but enlightened,
Bombarded with sights and sounds,
Clowns in claustrophobic cars;
A noise pollution contribution
That places polished chrome bars
Between me and my liberation.
I give up,
Go home
To feed my head.

4:30
I am plagued with doubt

But music
Is my anodyne.

4:40
The world comes alive
Before my kaleidoscopic eyes!
And suddenly I understand
Why the Moslems decorate God’s house
With patterned tiles,
Channeling the raw beauty
That lies behind
Whatever lies behind
Cheap Catholic iconography.
And – Oh! – the colors
Black and White
Red and Yellow
Red and Green
A holiday delight!
I am reborn
Or rather
The world
Is born anew
Behind closed eyes.

4:45:
I sever the tether to my brain.

5:11:
Allow myself to forget my pain.

5:16:
(Euphoria Morning)