I was drenched in a dark field illumination,
In the whirlpool of some acidic cartoon extravaganza,
Losing grips with reality (playing God with my mind) ,
Shaking hands with death (playing Jesus with my life) ,
Seeking fragments of polar philosophy,
And attempting to align variable stars,
While breaking down the universe,
In the eyes of the golden sun,
(As cosmic chemical conjunctions
Swept the cavums of my mind) .
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