The glistening, golden goblet was raised to my lips,
And I drink the sweet ambrosia that I found inside,
It awakened and excited me,
As it sent me into an exotic oblivion,
It was filled with shapes and colours and beauty,
They sent my senses reeling,
Because I did not understand, while I understood,
I slipped from consciousness, and there was all and nothing,
I knew without knowing,
I saw without seeing,
I reveled in the sweet dementia that was mine,
But slowly, quietly, my peace slipped away,
And I returned to this plagued existence,
Of order and precision,
To the place where I did not belong,
