Psilocybin

A dissolution without narrative

Authors note: This poem documents a deliberate psychedelic experience with psilocybin mushrooms. It is not advocacy nor warning—only an attempt to language the unlanguageable: the momentary collapse of edges, time, and separation.

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no time no concept  

four brown caps…

doorways  

vibration spreading  

within  

humming,  

resonance of everything  

buildings breathing  

trees thinking  

strangers connected  

honeycomb hive mind  

forgetting itself  

space?  

stars lowering  

light spilling

vertically  

slow  

almost touching  

soft glass bells  

in soil  

we reached…

slipped like water

through fingers  

crystalline sludge  

pulsing luminous

where emptiness was  

gel between hands  

flick  

ripple  

cascade  

light warping  

where I forgot  

to see  

skin breathing  

exhaling waves  

through  

muscles loose  

where body ends  

uncertain  

air electric  

heart vast  

scale unseen within 

not without

nausea opens  

like flower  

breath deepens  

into earth  

sitting standing floating  

all none  

body remembering  

before edges  

thin veil  

ordinary sight  

before distortion 

every cell  

same reverberation 

before time before concept

no time no concept  

forgetting  

remembering…

one

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- UpsilonA