Methylenedioxyamphetamine

For the first time, it seems

I’ve seen rain dance upon water,

Dispersed throughout a stream,

Like steps to meringue.

For the first time, it seems

I’ve seen clouds move across the sky,

In an anxious scurry to avoid penetration from the sun.

For the first time, it seems

I’ve come across my reflection,

In the most unbiased, pure, stare.

A glance at renowned thoughts,

Puts new skin on a face,

And new eyes in a skull.

An ecstatic, forgiving, empathetic, bittersweet,

Freedom of my soul has been RELEASED.