i wonder what it would be like to
pop something like peyote for the
night and entertain myself with
thoughts a little less mundane.
i wonder and find the thought
different enough i’m willing to
settle for having partaken of the
inquisition, and lacked the drug
the sieve and the sand 
Very well said…
Peace,
Laz
wonderful. the clarity of vision is communicated so well in this piece. what a coincidence of theme> may i suggest a reading of ‘falling into the sea’ (posted last week) as a substitute experience. the word ‘inquisition’ makes this poem i think.
its not even the word inquisition that makes it. its that without this word it’s utter dribble like most of what i’ve written lately.