I walked through fields of corn and wheat
Leaving crop circles around me as I weaved
Through astral travel dreams of fantasy
Leaving traces of geometry learnt from the universe
Forging messages for those who can read their meaning
From souls not just of this world but others too
And from the spiritual realms from which we come
A place of our creation we call home
And as I carve out shapes and geometric messages
I feel the corn and wheat bend and bow
Before me as I astrally fly by the moon during the night.
fauxcroft 
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