Ab-what-now?

Never had I imagined,
My fingertips kissed by velvet stone,
Though my nerves may deceive me.
Distant and hollow are the sounds,
Small and narrow is the cup before me.
I admit, I admit! I have nothing to hide,
I swallowed that vile infusion.
Nose pinched,
I downed that bitter, greenish devil.
Soon, all the world seemed twice the beauty,
Mind you double I was seeing.
I may not fly,
May not see the lotus city unfurl below me.
But I am content, sitting here,
Listening to the hollow echo of my heartbeat.
I breath deeply.
I smell that musty air.
I hear a sudden click,
The needle has reached the end of the vinyl.
Sunny Terry and Bobbie McGee are silent,
Waiting for their chance to sing again.
I can't be bothered,
Though I anguish in their absence.
Absence... Is that not what I just drank?