I remember this from the only time I ever did acid —
I wrote a paper for English and I completely lost the ability to organize thoughts
To where my priority became relaying the intense feeling of joy I had
From listening to music like the Grateful Dead’s “Fire on the Mountain”
And Soul Coughing’s “Soundtrack to Mary”
And watching sun glisten off of
The melting snow on the ground
Or
Listening
To the millions
Of individual
Specks of dust
Falling on our basement furnace conduit
An experience at 17
That made me hide,
And never show anybody the intensity of this joy,
This
Falseness
That
I would
Not trade
For 15 moons