3: Drugs as false salvations.
There are things we never forget, escaping from
The life we lived before, but to what do we end?
Saved from ourselves with drugs - the new religion,
Psychiatrists the new pushers - stumbling zombies
Into a newer world.
But they could not give a quiet heard nor freedom
From dreaming and fears, the ground giving way
World veined azure as we fly into the sun, embalmed
And swallowed -- we were not wolves, not hard enough
To swallow it at all.