just hit my bong, it's 3:30 am where I am, here comes the high... Imagine a place unreal but born through thought Still unbegot, now not Unmarked creation Virgin possibility, not stationed Conscious of reality Waiting for the time to see The answers to a sudden sea Of questions made unreadily And people drawn so forcefully To a plague of infinite mundane When the most complex is plain And fathom the transient pass Of a one-time relapse Into non-verbal awareness Certain tamed exposure to side-splitting notions Of this and that Of potential mixed And defiant tricks to capitalize on the capacity to do nothing Undercover cuffing Never bluffing Yet mind unbowed to physicality bound When just cents-makin Just don't make sense And cents-takin at another's expense Is the newly found being's only defense Time pays the rent Tampered offense Passionate passionate obsequity Unknown delinquency Immortal disaster From full flake plaster On the floor of the two-time bastard Here and back again Impulsive anonymity Baked to a crisp Compulsive synonym for love Random unsatisfactory attempts at a meaningful relation to conscious interaction One time satisfaction