Cannabis Sativa

the way to enter into the magical mind
of my god, you take in the smoke of cannabis
sativa
like she were a goddess a diva
of the latvia,
via the ducts of the endocrine glands
testosterone like in power
penetrating the sweet emptiness of the
holes of the virginal nymphs
at the back of the university where the
ponds are so silent.

the nymph broke down wingless
in moans

that sound of weightlessness
as light as an ounce of air as free as a lock of hair
blown somewhere