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The Omen of Numen
 
The smoke hung heavy or languid
Having rolled off the ceiling -
Becoming a dormancy in a state of settlement.
 
At least this is what the perception perceived.
Or believed…
In post state flux and freeze -
Deep inhalations – Exhalations – Coughing…
 
Yeah…  We were smoking – We were chiefing.
 
We were also driving.
 
The back seat either affords no control
or is an opportunity to explore
The hidden meanings entwined in the concept of control.
 
And then suddenly…
 
I was taken away.
 
Like… I was no longer there.
 
So far…  So very far…  Away
 
There was only a directionless odyssey into tenebrosity.
 
And do you know what I heard?  My friends
 
I heard the sirens of an ambulance – Deeply steeped in the depths.
 
And then…  I was…  There.
 
So close…  So very close…  Away
 
I was purely disembodied consciousness –  
And in darkness – As both a background & foreground omnipresence.
 
And this was a world inside of a world.
(This world was a life form inhabited by life forms…  I knew)
 
And then suddenly…
 
I was taken away.
 
Disembodied state delivered to my body…  Stat
 
In the lingering textures of the smoke.
 
I swiftly suggested we stop at the pizza shop.
(Immediately asking my comrade to follow me to the bathroom.)
 
He was the only one who could understand this language.
(And he did…  Understand)
 
So we walked away...

(I had a car, a beautiful burgundy Audi.  It was in the shop.  It was the first bag of reefer I ever bought.  I was starting to smoke more.  My best friend and I went on a cruise with two known stoners, who I instinctively did not trust.  My friend and I walked back to school, they drove back.  I had to keep the reefer in my sock as I did not have my car.  As I sat in post lunch class, the phone rang. I knew it was for me.  They came and picked me up from class and took me to the principles office.  (The two stoners smelled of smoke and ratted me out.  I knew and derived this in my interaction with authorities.

I was taken out of school in cuffs as students watched from open windows, and I just said “fuck all yall.”  “fuck you mane.”

Except for the people who believed in me.  I actually wept for them.  Not for me.)
Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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