Giant Hemlock-Induced Irrational Hallucination Sonnet

I started hallucinating in the forest and realized my mission as a writer –
to see worlds in atoms,
to see toothpicks in broken boughs,
to hear electrons humming around the nucleus,
to grow into a giant and proclaim those below me – my writing subjects,
to see,
to rush for pen and paper only to realize my pen will never meet my mind’s expectations,
to narrow the gap between pen and mind lightning,
to view life as my art’s dictation,
to see boars lunging with its snaggle tusks ready to impale me, and at a moment’s notice transcribe my dictation,
Oh, and constitutionals, constitutionals, constitutionals!