The Experience

A poem about hallucinations and delusions that could elevate a sane mind towards a completely different plane

The Experience

Round and round

I looked around

And as I saw, I asked

“What madness is this beauty?”

Beauty and madness, though are they the same thing?

I stood there eyes glowing

Mouth open, tongue showing

Such magnificence in the realms

With breathing walls and chiming clock

Tick Tock Tick Tock Clockedy Clock

It goes as it inflates and deflates

The hands screaming

Outright arms stretching

The numbers are dancing

And the music is ... entrancing

The colors, they’re so vivid

No end and no beginning

All were crying! All everything were crying!

In a land of the painting I stood

All as one! And one as all!

Huzzah! Huzzah! I shouted

And the sounds I could smell

Oh, how delicious and bright

Really such a delight