limn the nimbus

the outline of my being
on the edge of bardo-trip
25 more milligrams of lsd
subcutaneously, dear
goodbye it’s been good
and i have loved you true
this ochre light beckons
prick me know please
leave my body to the vultures
on the hillside
remove my limbs & head
orient them to the cardinal points
a cardinal is here
it oscillates wildly & ready
to take me
through a pixellating miasma
that shimmers about me
remember me to the cups & bowls
we used for porridge & tea
i’m on the right track
i see myself ahead in blue
staring back at myself
staring back at myself
& myself & my multifoliate
flowering selves
here i go before my birth again
this period before one life
& the next is
for virgins and philistines

“The unknown is a magnet.”
— David Lynch