High Poem by WATER LOTUS

Nice one

This piece has a air of whimsy about it, its humorous imagery lying on the surface of a much deeper current, like a film of diesel glistening iridescently on the surface of a harbor whose true depths might only be guessed. The humor belies the otherwise obvious warning that much of the richness of life, many of the amazing aspects of living might be totally missed in the inward retreat of the drug-altered mindscape. 1,200 deaths a week in 2016 due to drug-overdose in the U.S.; the equivalent of 119 fully loaded 747 aircraft crashing into the ground with everyone dying. Every week, week after week, two more fully loaded aircraft crashing with no survivors. How long would it take for panic to ensue? How long before we wake up to this Ebola virus burning in our midst? Thank you for shining the light on this difficult subject so artistically.