Starting to stare, there is nothing (to eat)
Train moves, down the scree, moves pebbles,
To be clear, (but most of all, to be un)stricken
& having wallowed down, slept.
And sleeping dream,
Specifically, themes remind.
Came to me in the middle time, back in summer.
No no don’t go There ok.
(So stoner total-I tarry.)
This series of interludes
And qualuudes have been equal in my mind.
There is no need to speak.
Finally, I have come
to full fruition of my madness.