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that night we scoured the earth
in search of a cure for our depravity
and we found the places where god had wept
and his tears were of bovine feculence,
delivered in plastic bags to our door,
we counseled one another
as to the nature of this expedition
and we consumed gram by gram
the nature of unfettered inner circus.

wandering the halls of that terrible place,
searching for wisdom for he had gone lost,
turning ill at a moments notice
and expunging the hateful poison
from out your stomach like exercising demons
in vomit wet with cocaine,
then onward, out into the night
that terrible courtyard of strange echos
perhaps lacking origin, others were there
and the air about our terrible company
became thick with smoke and madness,
we were all very deranged
and our eyes were like great black holes
that bore through bone and brain
into other dimensions like string theory,
drifters away from the norm
we congregated in the breeze and fell short
of any real knowledge gained,
only secrets of cosmic thought
usurped from careless meteoric vessels
cascading through the night.

space and time became a merged fluid conclave
and we walked through the beating heart
of american mediocrity,
rifling down fluorescent aisles
the clogged arteries of the beast,
in search of drink and answers
and we then retired back to the hollow
and drank and marveled at the insanity
of it all and when again we did find wisdom
he was much changed about the eyes and attitude,
altogether a different thing no longer wired
to the confines of ordinary suffering,
now an entity unto itself far beyond
the world we had envisioned
to find upon growing up, for he had traveled
those chemical highways and where they led
he had not reasoned upon, he had witnessed
the dark oracle of midnight
and he joined himself
to that remote blankness of soul.

-S.C. Martinez