The Essence
The mystique is palpable
& reeks of change
in the air
Like new rain on a balmy
summer day it washes
dullness away
To say it's refreshing
would be an understatement
in a way that underscores
its enchanting nature
Its nature is naturally
exuberant &
mesmerizing
Fantasizing about it
is the norm
for those caught
in its unrelenting
storm
What is it?
It's the thing dreams
are made of
Dark matter behind
the eyes of lids
bringing life to
things of the ID
Or is it things
of the mind?
I'm trying but can't
truly describe
what has been
divinely inscribed
My eyes can see
what the dark hides
that claws its way
to the light
A cat's meow leads
the way as the bright
promised land awaits
The gates open
like doors of perception
blown off the hinges
The fringes of reality
are akin to a cliff
overlooking a
bottomless pit
A canyon so infinitely
grand it fits the
whole of mankind
in its hands
It's everything you've
seen or ever
will see
for it is forever
becoming &
always will be
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