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In the depth of night
While all is quiet
The mind starts to fade
Off into unexplainable shades
Conjuring images universally bound
A state of inexplicable bliss
twisting, shifting, contorting forms
Time itself ceases to exist
Where is this mysterious place?
A kind of subliminal trance
Which can be tapped into
Any given time you like
Is this the land of the youth?
The one the ancients refer to?
The same path the shaman walks?
Swirling colours and shimmering beings
In the light of day, it is possible
But lacks a quality that is not quantifiable
Though allusive as it appears
The difference is noticeable
Can we traverse the time continuum
Simply by inducing a trance?
Do our ancestors speak to us
In tongues unknown to our ears?
I believe this to be true
And have experienced it first hand
As I stomped my feet like a crazed bull
Turning into a trance dance
The tongue definitely foreign
But the emotions spoke clearly
This connection between realms
Maybe thin, but does exist
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017
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