it was
a great trip, though the comedown
was this terrible thirst
for rain, my
mouth a limed
hollow, and all night
the garlic-loud glade
repeated on me in psychedelic
gusts: the forest floor was
a crackling
sea, and the sea was on fire
with glossy, green flames.
A hundred limbs did rot
and drop from loose sleeves
of moss—
a civilization
of straight lines fell—deleted by li,
and I heard the bark of my long-
lost deep-green feral Gran—
keep your trap shut
about this, breathe not a word
to anyone