At length, tell me this
Am I the reason you exist?
Doth mind conceive life’s image thus?
The veiled façade,
The sussurus?
I slept for weeks in somber ways
Until I saw the tears waylaid
By evidence I have made the Earth:
Inter-consciousness planetoid birth.
The stagnant rock in river flow:
The products of the lone ego.
Of meat and bone, of dirt and root
And soul and sound: cerebral fruit.
I saw to it- the world pristine.
With dimethyltryptamine.
Within the mind-
Writhing with youth-
There is but me: the eternal truth.