Wakeful pastures of pulse-driven landscapes - A shapeless gallop of phantasmal echoes The invisible vertebra of countless jellyfish Happily assemble to form a great dreaming door Concentric spheres vividly flash Leaving imprints inverted in it's wake Sound and sight no longer plural A seventh sense enters through the spiritual gate Energy compress into the confines of the mind Sending out vibrations of it's new domain The mind transcends into full awareness Becoming a star that watches over the world
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