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Dimethyltryptamine: the utopian spiral

Eyelids rest to the sharp vision of my eyes    
You are there    
                         dressed in a black that turns purple    

DMT flows freely    

The firebird passes by
A cloud of fine ashes surrounds us both
you vanish     leaving a floating tear      (sad cheshire-cat’s grin)

She falls down a never-ending spiral
                              –it curves in all directions
Down and up she falls
until she finds a fifth dimension

Stravinsky slows down the music

The spiral is flat now
it expands like soft sand in a desert
   Where’s the mirror?

She faints under the roof of a majestic tent
with floating curtains and dry fruit
She is not hungry, she is not thirsty
She just wants to disappear in a long     silent dream

Blackbird wings cover her eyes

Soft music surrounds her shadow
She sheds warm tears and a handful of emptiness
Until the firebird comes back
                              burns the tent

111 moments

She opens her eyes to a roofless sky
Silver clouds melt into a mirror
She reflects few changes and the idea of a smile

You are not you anymore
You are a rare feeling of harmony
So easy to be with
so normal yet unknown

The questions are there
Soft silence in delicate smiles
Limits bounded by known baggage

Ambivalent times

     Metamorphosis

    Fire!

_____Adriana Citlali
XXX-VII-MMXIV



Anthony Desmond invites us to take a psychedelic trip today at dVerse: Poetics on DMT. I took mine with a doses of The Firebird by Stravinsky:


 

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Full stop

In the absence of distractions   
my own darkness fills this silence   

Change is here again   
Planned path / unknown outcome   
A life to be –or not   

Too much time   
too many thoughts blinking in the dark   

Arbitrary memories flash here and there   
Fractals of a chaotic dream   
Intermittent doubts   

Change is the next step   

A possible success flutters around   
It crashes with uncertainty   
Transmutes into a full stop   


Temporary silence in a dark room   


Change is constant   

Doubts are doubted   

Silence fills my darkness

Full stop  .


_____Adriana Citlali
XXIX-VII-MMXIV