“High on Laughing Gas

I’ve been here before

The odd vibration of

The same old universe (…)

The universe is void

In which there is a dream hole

The dream disappears

The hole closes (…)

The sadness of birth

And death, the sadness of changing from dream to dream,

The constant farewell of forms…

Saying ungoodbye to what didn’t exist”

Allen Ginsberg “Laughing Gas”