Swirls and tendrils
smoke vapors
aromas evanescent
surround and embrace
light spirals
ascending,
I'm smiling
yet inside
the lightness of loss
of emptyness
has fallen upon me
still deeper in night
in a place that is no place
where I will find . . .

spirals of light
no,
closing my eyes
again
I see inside,
the cacti and scorpions
living in my mind
in my brain,
symbolizing my decay
and decline
dementia
maybe
if I . . .