As I step outside myself to see the light, My mind’s inner eye open in second sight, I glance around the jagged room, The laughing solipsistic shadows loom-- They poke translucent fingers into my brain: Reality and virtue to the clinically insane, Existence is frayed, never to mend, The galaxies of neurons shiver and bend, As I float through the ceiling and roof, Into the sky, deranged and aloof; The clouds they look like cannabis leaves, Growing and dying, my consciousness heaves In artificial inspiration found in a vapor, Lost in my own world, and scribbling on paper.