LSD

I sense a web webbing

equally through everything.

I do not pulse: I only take

a pulse through - long, darkening

tunnels, of sinews, of blood -

without a hand. My stomach is

sea water breathing by the moon.

I sense the life of its parts,

hung together by happen-stance,

yoked as oxen to

ourselves and to each other, to this place

of bonds which now must

loosen into pockets of air.

Floating there, I sense our

fumblings. To share and

yet be free. I tie

my limbs to each tree

silently, knowing we shall

fray by earth without

reckoning. Lunges that fall

to anyone's feet.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Lysergic acid diethylamide usually distorts the conscious mind as this piece appears to do to the reader but it leads to the crash back to earth. Interesting piece!