Stoned Formula
By sinister-dead
Flying high on cloud 9,
The formula so fine.
Continuity to the opened bottle,
Addition to overdose total.
Puff by puff, slowly the stick dissipates.
Serene waves of realization starts to unfade.
Dreams collide with reality, imaginations once shattered realign.
Fusion of psychedelic fractal imagination,
Seems like a halo amidst the mist of reality.
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Copyright 2015 sinister-dead
Published on Monday, January 5, 2015.
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"Poetry"