The opium-smoker
L. Campbell-Tipton
I am engulfed, and drown deliciously
Soft music like a perfume, and sweet light
Golden with audible odours exquisite
Swathe me with cerements for eternity
Time is no more, I pause and yet I flee
A million ages wrap me round with night.
I drain a million ages of delight
I hold the future in my memory.