Laugh at me not, for the truth I shall speak
It was my Saturday ender, and the hours grew bleak
Within my Civic, a bowl I toasted so chic

My eyes grew heavy, my mind askew
I began thinking of whatever, as it came I knew
In this moment did I, the most peculiar thing view

I tell you that I saw, slit of light so slender
Yet its radiance at first, upset my eyes in its splendor
Soon a trance I fell in, much I can't remember

I gazed at the light, focused and grew stuck
By levitant moving hesitant, luminescence by the truck
I was unsure, with sight so pure, whether it result or luck

I began seeing things, like lights and creatures
The trees glared menacing, the pschadelic features
I know this is tripping, need not consult teacher

But in a bad way, like never before
I was the witness, saw blood saw gore
My mind created things, hatred by scores

Soon as the swirling, began hocus pocus
Mind went blank, back again, eyes in and out of focus
At that I started my car, drove away from the locusts

Whether or not I'm crazy, I did see this
This is no fabrication, no fairy tale
It happened to me, and ruined my bliss
And on a night so great, all else pales



-Danny Wharton

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