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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 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.
Mydriasis Aletheia
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Mydriasis Aletheia  29/Other/Empyrean
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