Zeus, I’m pretty sure.

You drew
Eternal Time-Snake on the back of the ute
Residual minds
We were memories
Time escaped
The tree was falling.
I drew
Our screaming
Terrified
Portraits on the windscreen
Now God drove a Nissan.
We laughed
We walked
We drank
Next dimension
Stole our vision
The mirror dirtied
Our souls
You said I looked like
Van Gogh
I was stuck in the photograph
Years ago
A far cry away from sanity
The grass was greener
Our rooms were prisons
Our belongings
Organised
By strangers.
We smoked
We cried
We went silent.

Zeus,
I’m pretty sure
It was the acid.

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