(Part of the series, "Cannabis, and Creative Cognition". Ref: Leafly.com "Super Silver Haze"
Unobtrusive,
the garden gate
hovered
at the edge
of awareness:
entering was more of
a merge
than an opening.
The corners were indistinct,
shimmering
with the promise
of something...
something more,
beyond.
Blossoms suggested themselves,
through vibration,
not colour and scent.
The tree leaves
stirred softly,
as though driven
by gentle laughter.
Overhead,
should one dare look,
the cosmos
spoke of forever,
and replaced belief
with endless truth.
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