Psychedelic Sonnet
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normancrane
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Autoplay OFF   •   7 months ago
Come canoe with me.

Psychedelic Sonnet

You and I canoe down neon waterfalls,

Smelling cinnamon and sinsemilla,

Through sockets cascading melted eyeballs,

Intermixed with honey and vanilla,

We push paddle towards combusting shores,

Cloaked in pellucid smoke and glimmer mist,

Black sky alive with buzzing glowbug spores,

We must inhale to know that we exist,

But what if the hazy vapor-stew's too thick,

Paddles stick: viscosity of time,

When the sporal secretions make us sick,

What will become of the horizon line,

Will it burn to charcoal reality

Or conjure us sublime finality?

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