On the highways of intellectual ecstasy
There are no landmines.
There is no inner tube within the circle.
Capacity is necessity: velocity
The truest of achievements, and the best.
Jubilation gathers strength and gathers speed,
Hurtling toward Hosannah Day.
It wears off.
The bliss of the needle wears off.
The vision rots.
Waking from pterodactyl dreams,
Discovers a landscape of
Pyramids of electrocuted flesh.
A broken circle, burning.
No way home.