Remember being in the fog

of chemicals and bullshit

that sounded like carols

and looked like dried flowers,

useless except for the memories.

Walk through a bouquet

and come out glowing

and a little queasy.

That was the Way.

It was surely the tempest of

mid-summer when the sweetest

touch turned to a fire

before a gentle numbing.


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