A lust of dust seeps deep into me; knowingly
Knowing me, accordingly, calling free.
An ablation, a revelation, the direction a collection
My chromosphere, melds pathways clear,
I escape velocity, a slight ferocity, ExtraGalatic neurosity.
I,
Pulled into the second level.
Into the darkness where shadows fall. Not obscurity, but purity, the security of assurity.
The cosmos widen's, I slide in, undetected, circumvented, protected.
Centered among these moving moons in plume.
Any time soon, 
We see that room,
A Cellular Nebula Horizon.
It's now not surprising, 
I Ching, enlightening.

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A partial awakening,
mind submerged into the abyss.
A visit through the perceptions of time, 
processing the disturbances
that haze the outcome.

Signals travelling
through the vacuum of
self-acceptance.
My celestial vega, a constant source
of a suffering realisati
on.

Exuberant colours
transpiring my consciousness.
I'm moving
and I'm forgetting to
take note of the dimensions.

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