<p>Once upon a time, walking down a <br />
dusty road, I came upon a tree,<br />
sprouting from it many a clouded figure<br />
into the air around it, the symbiotes,<br />
the poisons shooting their beauty up<br />
into the chute, up through a stalk to<br />
a golden coloured cap shoots upwards.</p>
<p>I kneel down, and, carefully, plucked it<br />
from the ground, holding it up to my<br />
face, examining it from top to bottom.</p>
<p>Curious of what may happen, I brought<br />
the cap closer to me, and, as the time<br />
passed, so too did my teeth through it,<br />
grinding it to a pulp as it went from<br />
my tongue, as it disseminated itself<br />
beautifully through my system.</p>
<p>I wandered down the road a little more,<br />
staring into the sky, into the ground,<br />
as the time passed; soon, reality began<br />
to fade away, as did all colour, all<br />
sight, and all sound, all everything.</p>
<p>Several hours later, I awoke to<br />
the faces of several onlookers staring<br />
down at me, their visages casting<br />
statements of “is he okay?” and <br />
“what happened?” down onto me.</p>
<p>Standing up, I dusted myself off,<br />
and walked through the crowd.</p>
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Psilocybe Cubensis
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