ANCIENT FISH EYE MOON   (Stropharia Cubensis psilocybin mushrooms; 7-26-91, Galveston Island, Texas)

         
suspended          
so peculiarly          
here          
like a          
weightless          
embryo          
or diaphanous          
jellyfish          
in self illumined          
translucence          
obliquely adrift          
within this          
boundary dissolving      
night          
           
lost somewhere          
deep  within          
the luminous          
melancholy belly          
of this ancient          
fish eye            
moon above          
where my mind          
just will not          
shut up      
tonight          
           
way down here          
so far below          
its staring            
luminous          
white intents          
persistent            
lunar hint          
or could it          
possibly be          
the great            
foretold          
proverbial light          
at the other          
end of lifes          
vast  one way          
recyclicly endless          
tunnel            
           
hence such            
thoughts arise            
to paint such          
feelings out          
in intuited          
words again            
or perhaps in          
only more            
redundantly          
latent          
afterbirth            
of no          
significantly          
relevant          
meaning          
given
at all        
           
or is it just          
the constant          
absurd            
inner din          
of whispered            
subconscious          
truths          
in abstract          
fractions          
open ended          
impressions          
broken down            
coming in          
from somewhere          
else unknown
far off
away
within            
           
where occasional            
glimpses            
of non visual          
beauty            
even here          
still yet exist          
lingering deeply          
unseen            
suppressed          
somewhere          
displaced          
in each          
of us          
           
somewhere          
forgotten          
beyond          
the vague            
depths          
of all our            
blind eyed          
squints          
of mass          
denial          
at civilizations            
lopsided          
descent          
ever further            
and deeper          
away          
into its          
well earned          
well deserved          
long overdue          
very own
inevitable
complex
ruin              
           
so let go          
now          
in full relief          
of peripheral          
historys          
excessively weighty          
completely          
toxic clutter          
to simply drift
away      
at last            
into the joyous          
primal flood          
of your          
very next          
and every            
after          
subsequent          
newly          
impassioned
throbbing    
cosmic         
heartbeat          
felt            
           
for a          
wondrous          
ocean          
of peace            
with its vast          
eternal horizon          
patiently awaits          
you there          
where your          
very own          
uncertain          
paradise          
may hopefully          
resoundingly          
call you onward          
in some          
magnificently          
transcendent          
way          
           
until its          
delicate          
fragile          
present          
mirage like          
horizon line          
is finally          
reached          
in silent          
surprise          
irrelevant          
to all          
standard            
illusory sense          
of so called          
linear space          
and time          
           
while          
mysteriously          
suspended          
there          
peculiarly            
like a          
weightless          
jellyfish          
or          
diaphanous          
embryo          
transparently          
lost          
temporarily            
somewhere          
deep within            
the melancholy          
belly          
of some          
ancient          
fish eye          
moon above            
where you too          
may choose          
or not          
to surrender          
as freely          
as i have          
here          
to the          
hypnotic          
nocturnal            
tidal pull          
of your      
very own      
strange  
yet beautiful        
personal            
inner journey          
hopefully
awaiting
you
there