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Aug 2014
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 conjur
the things my mind has seen?
Welcome to the Entheon,

Where time stalls while in motion
*if one can summon control of thy thought's rotation.
You must know,
You will question everything,
In ways you cannot yet imagine.
Mydriasis Aletheia
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Mydriasis Aletheia  26/Other/The Empyrean
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