Micro-dot madness

[billy]

Under my tongue, goes the hermeseta, a real hermeseta?
laced in toxins waiting to great ya

Carpet pattern pedestals extract you from the floor,
terrified by the monster void outside my door

Faces long looked at, twist grotesque
pallets all over, looking their best pallets just feels wrong, is that what you meant or should it have been palettes or another word?

Notes you can touch, dance out from the tune,
watch the vibration, bounce colour round the roomi've had a few acid trips that gave a similar view

Paranoid glances shout out in your head
Cold porcelain stomach cramps, wish you were dead this last couplet is excellent. a solid image of what happens after taking certain foreign substances.

am i missing something or is hermeseta another name for, or a type of acid

in places the meters great and in a couple other tightening it up would enhance the poem. successful in originality. some of the images are very strong. i enjoyed it

thanks for the read.