blessed be the amphetamine
let it bring forth order to my house, my home, my head, the places in which I all live
holy is the miracle of its mighty works
to soothe my senses, to calm the raging seas of thought—of not-thought
to temper the cacophony bound within my own skull, to un-peel my skin and set right my much abraded nerves
as it pulls me from the dusty and squalid depths of my own chemistry, to greet the loud sun with no frightened sleep
does it not purify the very air before breathing?
it feels so
let us all rejoice in the sweet angel song of a silent mind
space, room, breadth, quiet
may it prosper and flourish as it allows me to prosper and flourish
peace given unto me, soothed is my soul, by sweet and lovely, amphetamine
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