When I write at the witching hour
its time for my pen
To physically devour trees with ink
Painting illuminated prose
Depicted descriptions as vivid as
Written scribed scriptures
Cuneiformed on pyramids
In france madrid ;
When I jot down mental dimensional thoughts
Cosmically floating,
Flying,
Gliding,
Through time and space
Trying to elevate those around me
To new types of mental states
But the witching hour scriber
Is a born again habitual toker
So most consider what's written
As jokers…
And there are two in every deck…