Parmenides on Psychotropics

An Eliatic Ate Mescalin

(And came down with a bad case of Heraclitus)

If I said

Nothing matters truly

I’d not be

Trumping the deck

But rather asking

Has it

Till now

Been hiding

Somewhere in the

Wear

Or

Meanings

Gathered like blood

For beauty

Tulips for grue(l)

Still blue

Still

Bleeding

As in Mercy

Just now

For now

Just sleeping

I'll scream

(He screams)

But

For wanting

It to matter

Now that matter

Must

Mean something

Or is it too

Oblong

Spreading towards

The desert

Wondering where

It will end

It’s good that

Endings are forever

If I said

Nothing matters truly

I would be

Begging the question

To kiss me

With Its darkness