Once, the Druggist You were, feeding the blood with Flowers
Actually, Your Infected Veins, feel again:
Hunger
Synthetic taste and flavour of Mellow " Clamours"
Who are You, now ?
What Your Blood feeds with ?
Amicable Crimson envelope pensile Pyramids
Fascinating journey among Closed Eyes, of Calmly Observing Stars
( dispassionated in it's hallucinationess)
Mind Multidimensionality
Spirit and Matter
Wobbly Vectors of Universe Powers
( hallucinating in it's dispassionateness)
In the Natural process of Primal Sterility, new power is born Life and Languishment