plantmedicine

I sit, a seeker in the maloca's womb, where chants weave through the veil of the city’s loom. a sacred sip, thirty heartbeats deep— colors melt, the world shifts, senses steep.
fire hums inside my ear, each blink a reel—near, far, clear. red and blue worlds bloom with sight, green and yellow whispers in the light.
eyes closed, I am a speck, a seed, in emerald realms where lushness breeds. eyes open—flame, a primal guide, eyes shut—dimensions open wide.
I drift through realms unknown, where colors pulse, and time is overthrown. a voice within—mine, yet not— tells me I am a traveler, reality forgot.
I rise, but truth and vision blur, reach for columns only I infer. nervous threads pull me back, I sit, surrender to the track.
shapes, beasts, and waters vast, blue ducks and sunflowers cast. a wave of collapse beckons my form, yet I, unsure, cannot conform.
visions of hunger, of worldly greed— pizza, beers, the city’s need.