Nitin

Point of contact with god & love through hallucinogens.


Everything held my gaze
Telegraph poles, silver birches
Dog excrement looked back
The Sky looked back at me

I stared into the sun
I looked at the palm of my hands
Suns spun around my hands
Just like nothing on earth

I had a camera
I photographed it all
The benign sentient things smiled for my lens
I photographed the sun on f22 & 2000th of a second
I photographed the crushed but still smiling green green grass
It pointed at me and the river swirled into my head
And out of my mind