sitting, smoking, watching the wisps of burnt scents travel and dissipate revealing the background beyond...
feeling high and feeling dead, my mouth is dry and my eyes are red, i saw visions of you, then you were gone...
theres a pipe in my hands and i dont know why, take a deep dragging pull but all i taste are charred ashes...
time to pull my hat over my dark glasses that cover my half closed gaze, look around with paranoid glances...
walking away from where i was before, i saw you again so i followed you into the furthest reaches of space...
planets and stars and galaxies flew past me, or rather, i was flying with no good reason but to give chase...
in the continuum of past and future colliding, i grabbed these locks of hair, medusas snakes smoking weed...
somehow through the thick odor of herbal concoctions, the present is the absolution of all my sins reprieved...
so i know that i am dreaming, you dont exist at all, this has to be a dream because i never knew how to fly...
and my voyage within my imagination is another dream, because its been forever long since last ive been high...

-ode to jah-