As the drugs take hold
the mirror melts
the ego dies
All taste, all smell, all sense
is alien
The approaching howls fade into a hum
as a third option presents itself
Contemplate the texture of sugar
the flavor of sand
Weave baskets
Whirl in rain
Run
Not towards
not away
but beside
Unafraid
like a chipmunk in a state park
Aware
Observant
Curious
What happens
when you put that flower in the barrel?
Or, something less symbolic:
a rolled up copy of Consumer Reports magazine
a skewer of beef and summer squash
a Cuban cigar
Every day becomes your first day on Earth
not your last
