Sanctuary

... kicking sand and dust, the sun pulls herself over the horizon. a new day ... selected and underreleased ... I washed away ashore a beach, it's sand is pure cocaine. No longer heavy is my eyelids, this surely isn't a dream. I'm walking, the sky is LSD. I see a vagina flower, I pick it and peel off a petal. Inhaling the dust of morphine, the pores drift in the air. I'm still holding the vagina, I open its lips and look inside ... looking for a safer place ... Maybe I could hide?