Hallucinogen

I can fly,
Sometimes.
The earth is black-and-white
Building blocks of destruction,
And I soar,
Through the clouds,
Shattering the fragile
Glass spiderwebs,
And then the rainbow,
Implodes,
Explodes,
Spattering the inside of my head
With color.
Twisting,
Whirling,
Demented dreamscapes,
Puzzles interlocking,
Ripping the wings off my back,
And sending me
Right
Back
Down.