dazed

like an alchemist or an engineer, i used to think of potions in my diaries, to improve the flow of my inner gear, speeding up my nature inquiries, moulded the vision i had of our sphere, through meditation and observation, a social fabric tangible and clear, my disembodied thoughts in station, knowing you, i had a feeling of indulging your tonic, holding you, it made me drift from my prior logic, knowing you, i had a feeling of indulging your tonic, holding you, it made me drift from my prior logic, extend the scope of my findings, classifying them; a scattered thread, scouted for more despite my failing tidings, a mere haul for the freight of my head, reached the threshold of my with, where the whole seems badly heated, and judgements of value aren't fit, i realized this spring was depleted, knowing you, i had a feeling of indulging your tonic, holding you, it made me drift from my prior logic, knowing you, i had a feeling of indulging your tonic, holding you, it made me drift from my prior logic