Trip
A philosopher took me to see an acid trip.On the thinest wire, in the center of Allston.
Spinning in little drips and webbing in massive webs.
Singing and sting and running all around my head.
Hollow aches a mourning heart.
That pumps on empty, blood run black.
A tired trickle that makes you sick.
An awful frighting sound.
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