the third tap

if the gov were smart it would introduce a third tap   there was the cold water one   then theres the hot water one   now our needs for another one   the absinthe one   absinthe heals everything   the internet changed everything   then covid changed everything again   the internet and covid are siblings   but neither the internet nor covid heals   absinthe heals   its the cloudy green that seeps into our souls   mirroring and sweeping it of all the hideous debris of time   mckenna was wrong   or he was right but only for his little time   his tiny era   that stretch of a life   it isnt psilocybin thatll change us   that brown web of saprotrophic mulch   its the green faerie of our plumbing   green machine elven pluralities   put them on your tongue and let it sit there like a meditation   absorb dont swallow   it is the silent teacher of the wormwood tribe   if we were civilized instead of just artificial brutes each whonym would be able to float up to its sink and turn on the third faucet and holding a perfect glass beneath see the green magic cloud fill the void and that would be this and one all   a cosmic fulfilling into some gazebo of comprehension   the small vessel and the infinite maw establishing a dial log beyond time and mind   nothing pissed we say   were no fan of common inebriation   of cirrhosis and puke and dt   but a legitimate pilgrimage to the desert of hyssop and clorophyll where mmuommiri hop from petiole to panicle and rainier cherries careen from heaven like joyful paparazzi   i do not know of your political and social addictions   your confinement in sad conventions   your toilets and your heavy dreams   the lead in your souls and the moats in your minds   i dont know of them and i would not know as i waft on wisps of louche and drift on anise boats with fennel prows that long ago and easefully defeated the sorry battalions of production weak in their force and pathetic in your dominance

all our food problems are solved   all economic woes and injustices dissipate   all war goes awry   the third tap glides in and is grain and vegetable   fruit and protein   fat and vision   a new earth rises from the weary clump of whonym destruction   whale joins hand with elephant and roach with sequoia   babylon kneels before our liquid evolution and monumental solidity evaporates into polychromatic reverie   no   dont turn off the water just yet   maintain its two taps alongside the future for a time   but know dear fiend and comrade in your stuck disarray that a new flow flows and it is water and honey   mineral and cultivar   our destiny is neither space nor power but that luminous green swirl that becomes our blood and platform and guides us on the obscure paths of peace   oh artemisia of our altars

shadows may coagulate and cumulate along the old pipes in wan copper but a golden light dances a new dance and it is with us   join the steps of lucid stars   reach out and open the portal of the green stream   let the faerie in and become the face of the new eyes of earth