tales

i’m part of a pillow sandwich
every night, i place myself in between the sheets
prepare myself to be part of the sumptuous depths of this dreamland.
the more comfortable i am, the more delicious i will look. 
i want to enter the infinity.  
to be engulfed whole by the bouncers of this trip
and into their digestive system we float
asleep in one zone, awake and conscious in another.
sometimes, a bouncer, too experimental in its sleep eater, has a tear in its gout. 
a finger slips out, body in whole, finger print tip in the other. 
you leave a mark. 
you come out the other end, renewed, rejuvenated, refreshed.
you come out glowing.
that is a true mark of a trip well tripped.