
Everything that unfolds in front of the naked eye
bounded by what lies beneath surface
black lingered residue of a spell
The journey itself is an lucid dream on repeat, programmed cycle
of consciousness
One's perception altered, can then become in control of itself
To view the world's through a crystal ball
A glass window
An invisible wall
What you vision, can be all your hearts cravings, suppressed desire's, long aching fantasying hours
or can just be
A plastered piece of dry wood, sculpted to peak your heaven's crown
painted with false notions and limiting concepts of arms, grasping in hope's
that you may never get past a constructed MANifestation ambush between you and what could be
Beauty, an adventure, the magick in of itself
Every particle, atom, object of matter
defined, molded, and toned on the mysterious darkness
and infinite unknowing
When given order, thought, belief, and will
transmute's to whatever one heart yawns. ache's, and shake for
The want to be human, is an ego trip that keeps you beyond that wall
The grasp of self exploration and unapologetic expression is a GODLY divine
climb to the top of your own
everlasting
paradise


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