Psychedelic poetry

Inclining the    
impaired images    
of illusion  
to inertia  
by ink.  
  
Drifting towards    
the desert of desire    
to deflower the    
draped dimensions    
of time and space.  
  
Shedding off the  
shallow shell  
of sanity,  
as the    
cryptic creations    
creep into the    
cemented cave    
of culture.  
      
I paddle the  
prolific passage  
of poetry  
As the farmer  
reap the  
earthy earns    
by    
monophonic  
meditation,  
    
Tuning through the    
tunnel of time,
I compass the compressed
Holy Christ-consciousness
Within my soul.    
Lamenting lungs  
laugh loud,    
to see the    
mortal materialism.