Epistle of Dimethyltryptamine
A Poem of DMT
I have come to tell you
Of what cannot be told
A sight upon a structure
That’s never been foretold
Nor could it truly be
Your senses have to see
The harmonious rupture;
Life’s meaning will unroll
The living mind it’s lover
Say so, people of old?
Play a little bold
And you’ll come to uncover
There is no hastiness
Yet everything arrives
One journey could unfold
Reality’s disguise
Truly, it’s not hiding
It is present all around
It is us; our wayward shying
From what by it is all bound
Loosely but still neatly
It doesn’t try to hold,
Anything together
But does so, uncontrolled
Only singles essence;
The going of the pace
The making that’s not made
Holding everlasting grace
But so, you could have fun
With this mindly miracle
While you still have yours;
Under the physical
Feel it and you’ll see
See it and you’ll feel
What it means to be
And what is really real
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