toes wet...

one cap in, one stem on its way down
tingling in my eyeballs, my feet root into the ground
deep breath in feeling the wave of gravity
mild giggles and saucer sized pupils
whirling vortexes of colors and lights
mind resistant of the change, and so willing to be free
free of the blank, free of the confusion, the lack
stuck in a____of half-way there and never-going-back
                 limbo
spiritual journeys were meant for another night.