At first you feel it in your jaws, the surge
Almost electrical. Recall the urge
To speak the words you think: Direct circuit
To the brain. All fuzz, your tongue can't work it
Out. You disembark the van, you follow
The strangers, what they gave you to swallow
Already digested. Disembodied
Voices, blinding light (is it laced with speed?
Do pupils recede?), the metallic taste
Of windowpane: each step you take retraced.
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