'Hashish RULES

'Hashish RULES

...And the ash fills the pot.
Look! How wonderful everything is?
That piece of rock glows,
smooth as silk and soft as cotton.
The grasses perhaps are the prettiest ever.
The leaves of the trees whisper
in the wind,
dance like never.
Wow! The sky is deep, open, welcoming.
Freedom
feelings. Mussy scenery the eyes perceive
is moving, revolving.
The ground below is deepening,
The body is weightless, floating, flying.
Mind flickers.
Past and present, fiction as reality,
everywhere the thoughts jump.
Phase by phase, reconsidering everything
impulses run through the nerves.
Lips smile narcissistically and show the marks of the cannabis between the teeth.

A new pot replaces the last.
Energy fills the body.
(He) Shakes the head.
Christ! the head can flow with the rhythm of the wind.
Is it separated from the Body?
(He) Tries to move the hands.
Ash drops between the fingers.
Hands,legs,fingers,
all alein's but still in brain's control.


Few more puffs.
The eyes are fixed to an object in front of them,
retina reads nothing.
Brain slows down.
Thoughts are amplified, static.
Body goes still.
'ahish rules.