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Elevated consciousness

Dribbling out words of nonsense,

Or that is as it sounds

Like speaking in tongues,

But listen deeper the words are more profound

Then whispers of quantumness comes in,

Of spiritual metaphysical verse

As if reaching out of universal voids

The disappearing back through black holes,

A foreign type of language but kind of absurd

But it leaves echoes in the air,

Drifting hauntingly suspended as if in stereo

I imagine demons riding as if in a rodeo,

Grinning wide but not showing harm

Deep within them they seem eerily calm,

And if I could only decipher What’s being said

It may just be telling me what comes after death,

Spilling the wisdom and the mysteries

Of everything that we seek in the present and past history.