Reflections on Floating Between Realities

10 miles into the overwhelming jungle,

Through rubber tree orchards, and past wild dogs,

Insects from other worlds scream in the trees,

While butterflies dance by in phosphorescent bliss,

We sit and smoke beside a waterfall,

Adorned with shrines to deities unknown,

The world feels ready to collapse,

Under the weight of clouds heavy with eternal rain,

And thunder and lightning,

From the beginning of time.