Other Spaces

Reaching for the distant; distance,

space created as the smoke escapes.

Escapes from my lungs; a lot at stake,

needing to numb this relentless ache.

Tortuous undertone of dull-beating pain,

too much; way too much, to try and explain.

Easier, much easier, to pick up the pipe,

than to sit and try my feelings to describe.

For how does one say what words cannot,

when one cannot speak but knows they aught.

No words; blankness; a volcano inside,

a blanket, a cover, a lid only THC can provide.

A cloud to carry the mind to other spaces,

other spaces in the mind that go to creative places.

Places of genius, innovation, and intelligence,

communication deep and relevant.

An escape from the sucking vacuum of hell,

a space where ideas and opinions I tell.

Self-reflection inhaled and at its height,

judgment exhaled and I put down the spite.

The spectrum of pain across all platforms,

drifts away as the gift from God warms.

Warms the mind and heart with insight,

and lends a slight reprieve from the night.