Panegyric Praising Phantasmagoric Albeit

Panegyric praising phantasmagoric, albeit... unseen prophets providing perspicuity..., Who commune with yours truly within state of mind between sleep and wakefulness methinks disembodied spirits infiltrate mine consciousness while suspended within trance. Meditation invokes light hypnosis gently beckoning me to surrender self fearlessness disappears relinquishing clutched grip upon ethereal essence without substance, I wonder how emotions, ideas, longings... can weigh so oppressively as if such elusive thought processes (however they become manifest spontaneously crowdsourcing then... just as quickly re: blink of eye irretrievably lost in space (mind) farther than outer limits of twilight zone realizing futility to conjure them back synonymous when this (hymn) mortal male i.e. contemplative, intuitive, ruminative... nonetheless unable to recall revelatory insight...,and/or when steeped deeply within sleep (ah...such dynamic, magnificent, vivid...dreams) more so pronounced since relying to function almost half dozen medications (to mitigate predisposition wrought courtesy of anxiety, ocd, panic attacks..), yet upon opening (even without disruption) access to such excellent personal profundity...slightly biased denied, analogous to steel door shutting tight with nary an iota remembered to self interpret what subconscious exposure means, a motherlode rich with material to write poetry or prose tis quite bothersome this sudden disappearance evocations vanishes without a trace aware no intense concentration will jog abundant cerebral activity forever out of reach Argh...such evocative manifestations serve as private cable channel obvious drawback reruns cannot be rebroadcast aware (of course) nobody boot me agog with exhilaration, fascination, galvanization... to plumb depths into world I will never fathom further than 20,000 leagues under the sea.