Too much dmt, a near death experience, and an out of body experience.
Laying in a tub of water
a perfect water level
enough to have a presence
but not so much to drown
in the wrong circumstances
Warmth begins to emanate
from the cloud of vapor
held deep within
A second cloud ensures lift-off
Reality pixilated
God’s masterpiece
was nothing less than legos
in the hands of a destructive child
The light fractalized
I ingested these photons
Energy for the ensuing explosion
I could feel
the surface of the water
washing away
the chalk outline
that temporarily binds my soul
The expansion of my consciousness
was unstable
This is dangerous territory
The wormhole reversed
pulling me to a singular point
deep within the self
Past the colorful
hyperspatial realms
and mysterious entities
into the fluid of existence
The mixing bowl of the creator
A loud clap
followed by sirens
the scream of the victim
rang true
the yells of the bystanders
were overwhelming
The whooshing sound
as I was shot upwards
faster than the speed of light
through each hyper-world
was deafening
From hyperspace
to my esophagus
the trip finalized itself
as I zoomed past my open lips
A moment of uncertainty
of panic
of terror
So much going on…
Death.
I open my eyes
to a clichéd scene
A body lying in the tub
lifeless and drug-ridden
The lighter
accompanied by a cached bowl
unmoving on the shower mat.
The surroundings dark
darkened by the spotlight on my finished body
These screams and sirens
are annoying as hell
I can’t focus
My senses are spinning
…
Everything began to quiet down
as I entered back into my body
a jolt of lightning surges outwards from my heart
my body convulses
Hyperspatial phlegm
still running down the walls
confirming the large amount of smoke
that had escaped my lungs
Sometimes too much
is just that…
too much
Just breathe…
We are...
We are like that sentence.
We are not finished.