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My chemical vacation;
My quest for perfect peace.
My selfish Soma coma;
Reality release.
A pausing of commotion;
A dimming of the glare;
A muffling of cacophony;
Retreat from now and here.
The freedom of oblivion;
The ultimate escape.
The hinterland of consciousness:
The neuron-bombed landscape.
Surrounding chaos filters
While I’m adequately dosed.
I shimmer through the turbulence,
My own supernal ghost.
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