i’ve spent life in greedy gulps pointlessly prevaricating indulging myself in drunken dreamy dullard days and sweaty chemical safaris and, despite neural damage and garbled memories, it gave me gifts i’d never trade i explored all my dark rooms pushed my mind to the edge and shouted down into the void sometimes, strange whispers returned with knowledge that become the layered sediments of an entirely new me - clarity i’m rich in worthless currency the world has no time for but here, in my jaded heart, it holds its value beautifully