DMT

A thousand thoughts per second
Induce visions intoxicating
bearing witness to dimensions
of lost cities, pyramids and
palaces of primordial gods.

Sacred beings that delight
entice the greeting mind
into portals that inhabit
subconscious entities.

Myriad colors burst forth
complex mandalas begin to form
a ritual of ethereal vortex
Images move so fast
time ceases to exist
my destitute heart beats
tribal in
vastness.

As silhouetted nymphs
gleefully
dance across the quasars
of my dilated pupils...

Do I want to return
w/my ego now in ruin
Or stay here lost for
eternity?