Expanded Mind at Land’s End

Not anything can compare
To our own exfoliated air
Canned for your containment
But banned from entertainment
A drip without a drop
A blank page without a dot
Rhythm, rhyme and blues
And feet that wear no shoes
Insignificantly naught
Yet nothing is as it ought
Colors swirl in mists of madness
Leaving little, not even sadness
Fading, shifting growing colder
Younger, warmer never older
Purple dots tinged with blue
Then off they go, away the flew
And then what’s left where you stand
Have things gone as you planned
Nothing’s here or even there
And empty void, all is bare
Open heart and open mind
With nothing in them well defined
Transcendent dream do not fill
A living life they cannot fulfill
A body needs to think and do
A person needs friendship true
So a wasted life is left behind
The all expanded psychedelic mind.