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I fell from a sunspot
to the darkest reaches
of our coldest moon
and from there I observe
with the patience of a god
until it's time again
for me to fall.
EVA gone wrong.
I'm damaged,
Someone.
Today was the most soberest day of my life, clearly.

No one can save me from myself,
Just hear me.
In White Rooms we found our place
amongst the stars and open space.
Footsteps fell on a churning dance-floor
before unreality gave way to Gomorrah.

I witnessed the human condition in their eyes,
I ran so far away from you
I forfeit my convictions to a clouded sky.
I don't even recognize me any-more,
Footsteps in the void.
Sometimes I feel so deeply
it burns me like kerosene.

The addiction is in superposition
and I'm ready to go.

Do you feel me?
Let us transcend this temporality.
To a psychedelic summer
and those days spent trypping.
Perhaps solo it would be different;

I feel the need to understand this.
What have I found so indescribable?
What is this, tripping over experience?

If any word could conjure the things my mind has seen,
Psi.
Welcome to the Entheon,

Times' motions calls to a halt our thoughts' rotations
To question everything
in ways yet cannot yet unimaginable.
The winds of change rustle The Empyrean,
Entheogenic vapours are adrift.
Awash in the ebbing tide of a perfect dusk sky,
Lying in wait, with patience, for this coming gift.
There's sincerity here, hidden
beneath Entheos-ridden mist.
Will it conceal to save face?

(I do swear by it's grace.)

Medina's breath refreshed us,
I took in her Aer under easing lights;
As one hot midsummer's day became
one cool midsummer's night.
We let the eddies of subconscious thought direct us
and we did soar, aloft to grand heights [buzzin'],
So high, no more. That's it, dizzy up the girl.

It was with such irrevocable jive
that we did commit to the night.

(Isn't self-sufficiency what we all strive for?)

It is the lateness of our chosen hour
that prompts such unequivocal pondering.

On absurd shores
lined by city street-lamps
waves pave the sand with swirls of starlight.


Morning eclipsed the other-worlds of last night,
A tsunami of sensation faded like umbrae unto dawn.


Acid cyclone ate the rising sun
as The Empyrean yawned
.
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