Psychedelic Nightmare
Brush with death
and still self-same
but that stupor cycle...
could not be tamed.
I've never known such wild pursuits,
where the deck was deep
and I lost in depth,
struggled to dry land
and almost drowned in death
and no other animal knows such wild pursuits
as that day on the deck
where I lost my brain.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011
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