Psychedelic Firestorm
Psychedelic illumination,
astral trips of a sober mind;
Finally natural comprehension,
gut instinct no longer maligned;
The beauty around you visible
upon ending a toxic slumber;
Ego death, you were so stable,
the Devil in an angel number;
No memory of what's right here,
now there's a firestorm in your head;
Stone cold ends neglect and fear;
You enjoy living when you're not lifted.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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