"The Golden Ticket"

I once was granted a golden ticket.

Not realizing the power of my possession,
I did what it is I do,
When I do:
Chopped it up,
Carefully,
Nice and fine,
Made it into a line
(which actually smiled back at me).
And i put it into my nose;
And nonchalantly walked my road.

A trek over a rainbow;
A hegira to hell.

A puddle pierced my path.

A one inch abyss,
Reflecting the top of a tree in its echo.

From a still saturated leaf,
From a branch far closer to heaven than I,
Fell a single drop
Containing complex insight.

The placidity of this puddle,
Was uncouthly interrupted;
Its sleek glass surface exploded,
Spawning swells and surges
Which enslaved the unperceived;
Alien entities were manifested.

I submitted to will,
Cracked a witty smile;
I saw peace
Where chaos erupted.

Thereupon another drop fell,
Impinging upon my shoulder,
Splashing and caressing my neck.

I ignored it,
Continued to walk the same direction;
My direction.
I already punched my golden ticket,
Can't let it go to waste.
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