When I closed my eyes, wondered,
and let thought flow,
When I slipped past mind, slipped past reality,
When I resting heard calls of the other-place and into darkness of anti-conscious
I seemed to follow.
How soon fascinated I became with my own imaginations,
‘Till exploring, skipping,
and leaving wake in dreamscapes bored,
And in that mystical, black-scape from time to time,
Wondered—
at those whisping truths in chaotic waves.
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