Rebirth into Wine

Finally coming down from my last experience.
The smoke was sweet like dew and cold like frost.
My eyes are burning red with elevation.
The only thing I have is a grip on reality.
All the rest is nirvana and serenity.

The hemp makes me grin, the light makes me scared.
I think I’m finally coming down after all this time.
The yellows are amidst the only thing I got left.
And that’s on the brink of fading away into reality.

Finally going up, into Jupiter’s heaven,
Into Hades, into the barren red of mars.
Finally plunging into Neptune’s watery abyss.
This time I’ll obliterate the undertow,
I’ll wipe it clean with bleach and black ice.

If I lay, if I might, I could fade away like a degenerate,
I could run away forever into that East Egg,
I would never stop, until my feet bled.

Until I came down, into my undertow,
My state of euphoria is dying as the sun comes out.
Next time, I’m never coming down,
Even if it kills me.