Think I must’ve been tripping
No other way to describe it
Heart hectic like a woodpecker
A sweet nectar that is intoxicating

The warmth on my hand
I knew it all just had to fit
Smooth lips that beckoned
My soul had a big bang

Heart raced forward
Bursting through blood and muscle tissue
It sprung wings and raced towards erudition
An hallucinogenic spell made of a word

Oh, lord almighty
Save my soul from all that is vicious
The sidereal like fever of affliction
Guide me, holy ghost in a translucent nightie

Found my hands white from gripping
Found a way out of this rationale prison
Found a path that led to acceptance
Even if it felt like I was tripping.

-A.Garcia