To Have Been Finished, First

crocodile vibes

Last night, I witnessed.

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In the blackness,

the star studs of blackness,

I heard a scream.

No normal scream,

not one hither nor thither,

there nor here,

but all-encompassing,

all-engrossing,

all-knowing.

A scream of a primordial urge,

an upchuck from mushrooms,

a purge of ayahuasca,

an anti-familiarity with

light of the unknown,

the inner and outer cosmos,

the beings we all become.

It was scream of register cashing out,

of witnessing self,

reflection for time known as,

first.

smooth polo, circa: Internet Era