thick, acrid, and psychedelic:
an emergence is felt,
butterflies tickling the brain
its pull magnetic
while under the influence.
The paper burns, the pipe smolders:
A deep, audible exhale
Pulls one down, drifting as in a dream
A rush creates paranoia and pandemonium,
Swirling tendrils blanketed in ash
Dazed and inebriated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem