by Mystic

I live (he said),
In hyperspatial freedom,
So many levels,
You couldn't even begin to imagine.


His mind unfurls,
In the calm, dark recesses of night,
With the delicate precision,
Of newborn awakening.


I see (he said),
Warm glowing sounds,
Groping, feeling,
In this cold and vast abyss.


Man died,
When time was born,
Stifling grids of imagination,
Blotting out his reality.


I feel (he said),
Soft, gentle music,
Heralding,
The end of Eternity.


The Truth,
Lies beyond the curtains of Reason,
Driving the engines,
Of the Strange Attractor.


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