Cannabis and Shakespeare

To transcend into circumstance
And diversity and reach forward
Surpassing all history
The incredible talent
Of Playing with words
Creating such drama
Away with the birds
Some might suggest
Uncontrollably so
Out of all proportion
But still with the flow

To move to predominance
As he has done
To reach into the skies
And to feel the great sun
Burning down on his countenance
Sapping his breath
His great culmination
Rewarded on death

Could it be that he smoked
For eternities cause
The prosaic monotony
He could but pause
In an unending prescript
His eternal play
For better for worse
For that was his way

In his garden he pondered
A clay pipe did chew
Inhaling the green weed
Laden with dew
The swallow tails dancing
And the Peacocks maybe
And the beautiful lacewing
That clung merrily

To a nosegay of wildness
To an impending smile
A responsive figure
With an inventive style
A face of pure petals
Her hair of the night
Her mouth drew such harmony
Into the light

Drawing that warm smoke
Down into his soul
Posterity conquered
Took the leading role
In a productive capacity
Ebulliently so
With an affinity
To grow and grow

To reach into emptiness
Grasping a sphere
Into definite space
Where the boundaries appear
Where Roget’s and others made abundantly
Clear
Sentential sequencing so over here

Whatever happened to Shakespeare me thinks
Cannabis or Morphine or certain strong drinks
May have played apart in the great mans sojourn
With his purity and earnestness and strong concern