Methylphenidate

My eyes burn, and I itch,

no small concern, but,

as long as my head,

is filled with thousands,

of luminescent explosions,

forced through the eye of a needle,

I can cope with the risk,

I can hope it isn't one.

My motions once frantic,

now measured, choice cuts,

100% high grade skunk,

burning like the aftermath,

I am the light in the oven,

showing you the food,

Showing you when to open up.

Everything is visceral,

I have not shut myself down,

I've grabbed hold of own destiny,

and I relish its manifestation.