Sonnet: A. Trip

Chewing on minuscule squares of paper,

How long will it be before it kicks in?

Too late now, just wait for it to begin.

All too soon you are lost to this caper.


It comes, like all good things, to those who wait

Slowly at first, a peripheral haze,

Then colours and visuals steal your gaze.

And building at an exponential rate,


Individual thoughts come fast and straight.

They can’t be ignored, they always amaze.

Their lasting impact a need to appraise,

A lifetime. All of this because you ate,


A substance, which changes the way you are,

Into a trip, that can show you the stars.

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