The Need Gotta Be
By Morgan Goldin
Wonderful vapors rise to color the air with peace
Sweet fragrances provide succor with the promise of release.
Incantations made manifest, fire sparks the fuse
The spirit is awake and gravity becomes fake news.
Indigo clouds race past consciousness and dreams
While the projector erupts the film at the seems.
Sprocket holes blast truth at 24 frames
But this ambrosia works within different planes.
Heady pursuits and metaphysical trances,
These are the rewards from the plant that dances.
Energies combine to give birth to a godly flow
Even after the aura fades, my high won’t become low.