In rapid succession
A flurry
Of furry
Random
Matrix
Animals
It is pretty
I may be losing my mind
Momentarily
But mad people don't usually know
Their mental state
I must be a rare sort
Bursts of light and snippets of music
Too much stimulus
Neurons firing everywhere
Take cover
Under a safe mental image
Something amazingly
Warming to the eye
The fumbling of manners
Etiquette
Because I don't know what to do
I should not have tried
Immersed and soaked in it
Knowing the consequences
My mind grows slightly
clearer
Don't waggle your eyebrows
At me
I must apologise
Paranoia is not usually
An issue
Everything seems funny
I am not laughing
At your person
Just the universe
At large
I do believe
This is partly
Not the fault of my
Education
Irony
Since educated people
Behave
But socially
A personality
So taken in
The line between
Self and evolving
Selves
Blurs due to something
You produce
We make hippie jokes
But I believe
In the auras
Magnetism never seemed
So real
I feel better
Are those sour candies
Falling softly
And melting in the sky?
I might need to get my
Head
Checked.
Tick.