Maria Pastora

i smoked some salvia tonight
i guess i did alright.
it felt like i fell thru the floor
fell thru the couch
i'd been this far before

i'm a tube
i'm a tunnel
i'm inside myself
the world rolled up
like it was flat
was it rolling me like a joint?
was i the weed inside?

was it like, turning my head
not up or down
or all around
but inside out
or something there abouts

a swirl of voices
and time rolling out in front of me
i can hear the past by looking ahead
what the hell is this?
can it be in my head?

warning from loved ones
don't fuck this up
when some reach the bottom
they never come up

am i asking for death?
am i already there?
am i losing my mind?
or becoming aware?

a warm drink
to sit smoke and think

the moon is filling up or full
the synchronicities appear
entropy must be increasing

so twist my fate
and fuck my luck
because i'm getting soft
and gathering dust

everything rhymes
and even time flows
is the world moving faster
or am i running slow

in a world full of problems
it's hard to know where to start
but go until the end
the last beat of your heart