Dull Dionysiac, ex-Nihilist,
musing on my poorly-played roles now past,
my acts sincere and earnest—but half-assed,
I raved, an irrelevant dramatist.
Misguided former friends and I the cast;
We took our bow, Life stirred, woke up and hissed.
Such hallucinogenic scenes: not missed;
our play a farce, the curtain came down fast.
Recalling useless states I once achieved,
hampered by those intensities once known,
remembering what was beheld, believed,
the trip came to an end; I woke alone.
Frenzy is unsustainable. One learns
to be wary of realms where vision burns.