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