i was wondering: what really causes us to
hallucinate our nightmares and dreams?
because spectral colors blow by like galaxies
when the thought of him beams.
trapped around that twisting thought
of his arms wrapped around you.
lifting you up into the ephemeral,
painting your rosy pinks into the blue.
rays of chartreuse and fuchsia intertwine,
melting into a pool of glistening golden lust.
the rushes of eternal dopamine swirl
occupying your fears with hope and trust.
well, aren't we all just possessed?
drunk off love and high from pain.
wasting all our time dancing alone
in the toxic psychedelic rain.
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human (nature)
Poetrynot unlike our society, nature is shifting. inconstant. unpredictable. in what ways does it seem like as we stray further away from our original nature, the closer we get to the wild?
