Partook in lucid dreaming last night.
Sitting up for hours hoping for a climax.
A programme of highly toxic drugs
Left me limp and distraught.
Otherwise the screeching owl would have had no effect.
Crazy nocturnal bird, envious of the Albatross.
Years of practice, that damn romantic had.
Bogged down with guilt, and lashings of laudanum.
Everybody has a cross to bear I suppose.
Since that night of lucid dreaming
Everyone else appeared sane and rational.
It surely wasn’t just me,
Lacking in coherence?
An instant flash of brilliance passed.
Never thought for one moment, of the damage to the synapse.
Created by nature’s harvest.
Each and everyone tended by the Hatters hand.
Assorted browns appeared interesting, for once.
Treat yourself, enter `The Doors of Perception.`
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