PSYCHEDELIC MILLEFEUILLES
I walk,
Rhythmically,
Slipping through thoughts,
Down to the edge of lightheadedness,
Intrigued by a myriad fragmented
Senseless semi-thoughts,
Thoughts of thoughts on thoughts,
Void yet teeming, shapeless yet shapeshifting
Mesmerising
As they get a little
Weird on me,
Layering wildly
Like the flakiest millefeuilles
In a psychedelic patisserie
In the forest.
I walk,
And I wonder,
What is a thought?