Astral Projection: the Web
eyes are collecting dewdrops
and growing damp with mist;
soul prepares for astral flight
weary body goes still in falling light
if only for one fragment of night...
(you are lightning, glorious)
open those fresh, dewy eyes.
be serene outside of skin;
behold the soul-web,
like a strange ocean of
gossamer flowers pooling
around the ankles of humans
and the roots of trees.
it is what binds you to me
hyacinth to willow tree
dolphin to peyote button and
peyote button to bee.
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