The little bug slowly vibrates, sending cosmic messages to my mind.
Little voices of the Mushy god spoke
"Aummb omnb bgdang..." and on and on it goes..
With the spiraling beat, going up and interconnecting..
"It's Rizla blue!" one says, completely submerging into the carpet looking for the little stick insect..
The eyes were blue, everything tinged blue with exaggeration..
The flower pot and the catus have become plastics..
Out the door into the Jungle..soaring into transcendence..
Everything is one, an endless cosmic evolution..