Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Extended simile on getting high

Getting high is like being woven into your most treasured symphony
Knit between the crashing crescendos of penned notes
And the wheedling, wavering contrasts surrounding decibel peaks
You stare at the majesty of a consumptive work of genius
As it sidles its way around your ankles, across your torso
And devours your essence with the unique appetite of brilliance
You become a quarter-note, you pipe up for a moment
Then resume hushed excitation until the cycle repeats
You glare at the woodwinds as they press forward
Beckoning louder and louder until the piece reaches orgasm
And blanks in the white totality of pure subjectivity
You shudder uncontrollably, unconscious of your contribution
To a masterful phenomenon, the freeway of expression that is music
In the same way, getting high viscerally disconnects you from your surroundings
But in the process you gain what was once an unconscionable amount of clarity
Lucidity that extends past the trend of reason and dips into clairvoyance
A memory swallowed by a dream sewn into the fabric of an instinct
All forms of knowing collapse in a tidal wave of rapidly intensifying staccato
Maids brush the dust off neglected folios
And sitting in a semicircular pool of expansive light rays
They begin to read the exposition of emotion
The entropy of a classical composition
Chaos from order, dizzying heights from crusty earth
Wind-whipped hair, knuckles chaffed through wizened journeying
They finish the piece in tremors, timid to execute
But the plan unfolds itself at will in their minds
The mechanism of man finds its host
And the seed of passion is borne upon their blouses
Burrs of brilliant creation, stinging throes of ingenuity
Getting high puts you in the sphere of association
That binds each syllable, each enzyme, each acid
Getting high opens you to a door without hinges
We fear ultimatums and choose instead yellow tape
Caution signs and propagandist glee
It'll serve for a time, but the soul yearns for community
Most easily found in the meadow of pipe-dreams

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