Once recreation
Fell short from terror,
Never would I touch 
That substance again.
In memory of
My lead limbs, lugging
On carpet (that felt 
Like gold), slinging slow,
One after the next.
My hand reached for
Something malleable
To help me along.
My body burdened
Itself fluidly
Through a tunnel of
Kaleidoscopic
Colors: Blueen and
Purpello. I was
High as I could be:
Eyes rolling in two.
Melting in delight;
Redundant delight.
What felt way too good
Frightened me the most.