Revolt, Revolve, Revolution

My roots dug deep, seeds sprouted heavy trees,

They went up in smoke, lifting me past high seas,

Mixing the conscious form with unconsciousness,

Soul dropped from body, an emergency ejection ethereal,

One’s ether use would fool the likes of Eliot Ness,

The breaking of tradition and culture was surreal,

Ventured out into the woods naked, returned dressed.