Read before bed for strongest effects.

Wisely, wisely right by the tree trunk, don't trip. Mercy, pause, stop for breath vision vibrating. I chanced to recall that fetid canine over the river crossing the bridge sullenly, sullenly, space tied to our feet, I say, whimpering mostly like a dog kicked by a stern old man sets down his drink, his leg rears and swings the pendulum strikes once, again, error take him to hells beyond time and sin, the bottle empty. It isn't right, his expression pitted skyward soul sifted by aged stiffening vessels, neurosis intact after all these years, vile osmosis of the brain. I shudder the remembrance of his indifference, I think, that or convulsions.

Sanctioned by tightening muscles, speed wanders fearfully through me at a horse's gait rushing in the forest as natural as intoxication. Stampede without end in mind. Crowds of intense tree presences that filter light with splitting fingers like branches spread the succor of forbidden knowledge boiling up from the syrupy sewers of their roots beyond sight, crooked arteries growing gridlocked under forest floors past hidden veins of gold and they tell not one of us prospectors mulling about sucking the last nutrients from beards drenched in spilled gruel turning up empty canteens of last drops, drifting off lost memories stumbling our quickening steps over gnarled roots delirious as horses fleeing from dogs kicked by old men, hooves pounding all of a kind, silver-shod. Impermanent. Panic's last flight exhausted, fall down knees to dirt, dead.