IT

Both pychedelica and black light is the mind.

These things are not This, says the Watcher.
This is not these things.

No way to singularize or pluralize or construct or deconstruct.
No way to see what must be seen without not seeing.

Essence of God and turd in punchbowl.

You detach, see the Real, and ride.

No-way is the way.

Copyright 2006 by Danny Smith