With psychedelic sight, you really see
How seams don't hold and edges aren't distinct.
Thick blades of grass are trees to ants, you think —
Always were — but now the slightest motion
Makes ripples and waves, molecule-oceans.
And food's for playing, eating is too much
Work, meat far too chewy, cardboard to touch.
Were you the one to start it? New headline:
"Hormel Hippies Stage Spam Fight at Christ Shrine."