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A Night That Was Not Real

A Night That Was Not Real

My friend told me,
“Here, take this”—
and I fell into a night
that was not real.

A laser
cuts through
the tangled shapes
before me—

and wonder floods me—
strange, scary—
and my mind spills,

drifting thoughts
scatter like trash
in South Bronx.

Buildings crumble
through the city streets,
collapsing
without sound.

and laughter and the hush
of not knowing
swirl inside me—

a wailing siren
tears through
the wacky night,

and I felt strangely
overtaken by the experience—

and I laughed in ecstasy
like waves
that came
and went.

and my senses tumbled,
colorless images and shapes colliding—

and I moved,
untethered,
in a world
that made no sense.