Hallucinating Poem by Daniel Peter Jones

I screamed that I was hallucinating
I was falling from a height
The purple Dragons and Cat head gods
Magnified with Glass my fright,
I screamed that I was Lost,
In a planned out snake fence ring
Heads of putrid scorpions
Blowing fire between their stings
I screamed again I'm hallucinating.
In each bead of sweat I pour
Dancing clay made elves, to a waltz
With beats of 4,
Dripping over ice cold stones, reading
Books of Newton's law,
The hallucinations stronger now,
Yes, even stronger than before,
An apology from the open mouth
Of a volcano before the shaft,
Dripped its taps, and filled to
It's a rim, a molten lava bath,
I bathed and watched my ego
Blend with my conscious creative
Quill, the volcano squeezed its crater
Tight, as I was crushed against my will
The warning sounds of bells "cling cling"
The tolling, of which I know,
Am I hallucinating familiar sounds?
Or is my subconscious trying to show
I'm not insane, I hear it now
Being delivered from the calm,
My head upon a floating cloud
My eyes open to my alarm,
Light pastes my face, reflecting glow
Of warmth and familiar sheen
And now I know, im not Insane

Im just waking from a Dream.