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That implausible light in front of it with the angelic reversals.
Differing hues, impartial tones, luminous beam.
It’s flowing within and around me again,
And it all begins with the sacrificial burning throat.

Once again to become ethereal,
One more time given the chance of cornering mysticism.
Please don’t let me go,
I want you with me on this ride.

The curved/precious nomenclature bends and drifts away into insignificance.
Purring air around billows elation -
Initiate this in our wonderful synchronicity.
The stars grin, laugh with joy and jump down to join us.

Inhaling feelings and your hands are amazing,
Inner machinations erupt and flow in a voice we never knew we had,
We follow the swirls until they’ve enveloped on tiles, and it’s
Time to pass it on to your one-time wannabes.

The life is rising around us,
We’d never believe that the world breathes in the same whoosh of blueprint.
But now we know we’re all connected,
Through veins and contours thus far to be found. This is the arcane.

You’re taught statistics and uselessness not needed – never needed at all.
There are untainted human answers to be found in ways they can’t teach,
Places to visit you could never buy a ticket for.
This is why we do this.

Another sun bubbles and blends up from the floor;
We’re already waiting to greet it and bid farewell,
We don’t need the hours of daylight when The Snooze takes us back to before;
In dreams we rekindle our past during invigoration. The soul explores.

In white tired fleshy frailty we await our chance to inhale again.
The time to speak to our scruples for another time or to find tangible weightlessness;
To visit previous links, to remember that we’re still around.
To soar amongst The Reasons Why We’re Here.

Craft posing questions as to what it’s like – too much legerdemain in the morning.
Why the commotion? The only wish to sleep in peace.
But we’ll reveal in merry, truthful divulgence. Even with our headache.
There is no answer, because it has always been…

Indescribable.

Hello RP,

In this one I'd take the "(writing about marijuana)" our of the title, and find some way to indicate it in the actual poem.

It is indeed like trying to describe the indescribable. I liked the pun in "And it all begins with the sacrificial burning throat...." (throat which rhymes with goat).

Good work.

- Caleb

cheers,

yes, I didn't really want to put anything in the title, but was slightly concerned that the piece was a touch too vague - good call though, I'll try an edit or two.

rp