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Stark I stand alone and feel

the pressure to know what is real,

in sparks of inspiration I find

gaps within the conscious mind

voids I had never explored before

they seem like they are opening doors

to chasms and realms of dimensional places

that I have never been but tracing

energy and light that dance like seeds

and beckon whispering ‘follow me’

I feel like Alice descending to Wonderland

as I do the very best I can

to get a hold to muster a grip

but every so gradually I fall and slip

deeper down the rabbit hole

this is an unbelievable story to be told

and as I fall colours swirl

around my head and blur my vision

then it all goes black until a lightening prism

shakes me a wake and everything is obsidien

is this my death that has finally come

until I hear the mantra and the drum

that the shaman is beating in a melodic rythme

looking to release me from this illusory prison called life

and I a spy, a chink and a spark of iridescent light

then suddenly I sprout wings and fly

of the far reaches of the universe

singing a song of a symphonic chorus

living a dream of imaginative creativity

as I find myself in a state of conscious reality.