Fog seeps in between the raindrops and settles upon the bricks.
There are voices within the mist, yet they whisper with pale lips.
The birds try to translate the murmurs, singing songs about gravity.
Yet the crows' time has murdered love, haunting our spirituality.
Awaken your lucidity as your mind slowly drips into a dream.
Enhance perceptivity until your invisibility boils into steam.
Succumb to the impossibilities of the astral shadowland.
Resist not the altered realities blooming from seedlings
planted in the palms of your astral body’s callow hands.
Explore depths consciousness fears to dive into, and you
will find yourself floating in a heightened dimension
of an untraveled universe flourishing within you.
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Kale Sinclair
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Comments (5)
This was so enjoyable to read. I practice lucid dreaming, It's so fascinating to me. Still trying to understand what some of it means, but I love the adventures! Awesome poem ❤️
Such a well-structured poem! Great job! 👏
The imagery of this poem is beautiful, Kale! I love the vibrancy of the images (both from your words and the actual images you chose 😊).
Nice!!! Loved this line: -Awaken your lucidity as your mind slowly drips into a dream.-
Lovely ✍️🏆📕