Garbled Vision

As Samuel saw vaulted Xanadu of Kublai Khan fame In smoke-filled corridors of sweat-drenched Opium-eaters Did I spy a vision so surreal as to render all my sentient senses to nought And to replace them with a miasma of arcane thoughts. I glimpsed of things most unimagined through vaporous clouds Of effulgent smoke from wampums more confusing than the peace of amity that it connoted. Through numbing mind yet not fully suppressed I beheld many-pillared corridors in a dazzling sequence Of multi-hued columns - Doric, Ionian and Corinthian. And through this tortuous labyrinthine maze ran A languorous limpid stream off a meander From an ox-bow lake, with a murmurous mutter As it hop scotched the rifts on the floor. With Cyclopean vision, floating wraith-like, in the distance I beheld a dazzling high-domed hall, The dazzle from a myriad gorgeous maidens Each draped in dresses so diaphanous as to defy its definition! And a prima donna sang in sonorous counterpoint to the susurration of the stream. From up on high like a falcon flighted, In anachronistic contrast I verily beheld A jeaned and jacketed - Angelina Jolie! It was then that I confirmed to myself - My mind had truly busted!