(Series: Cannabis and Creative Cognition. Ref: Leafly “AK-47")
The sparkle is compelling,
like dew on a pitcher plant,
and it calls
in a siren’s voice,
and changes
yet again.
Twist the tube,
and another shimmering version
transforms the verity
of the cylinder:
yours is different
from mine.
(and this is where attention strays
and wanders
amongst the mirrors:
so many reflections;
shining interpretations
of individual truths)
The scope drops,
and mirrors shatter,
leaving only glittering shards
of realities that are
anathema to all
but one.
