Stained glass. Multihued whirls of colour as I spin. Or maybe the world does. Pentagrams in my mind. The colours shapeshift. Falling into place, magical patterns on a mirror. LSD and the search for spirituality. Neither body nor mind. My soul spirals along the multicoloured beads. Amorphous. Vibrant kaleidoscope, I see. Reality was so joyous again. Tripping, warped world. My world. All of us reconnected. Their faces beaming, radiant. I stood in the moment, huey days (daze). Placebo kaleidoscope. Where the mirrors are congruent.
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