Aestra I
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Astral collapse I sometimes see silent truth as a form of escape From life’s whining arguments of health and terror Above all flowering mindscapes growing sweet illusion Rises the ancient thorn For I am nothing more than gold dust spiraling Around a sharp peak I hold my memories of being tight In my conscience’s fist Twisted bird Pulling strings of other existence past Future sweeps with sharp blue wings All non-important parts of daily thinking Out of my shattered being I bleed hollow thoughts and fading faces There must be sobriety before the massive gates All lesser dimensions of thought shall be striped apart By alien feelings and utter concentration of mind Dot burst astrology Opening black holes of infinite perception My soul shreds apart the very nature of reality I am the hollow man dancing under a spiraling heaven Stars embedded in my twisting fibres have finally exploded Stars embedded in the black flesh of space are falling Stars are prisoners no more For rough edges crumble under elephant power Triangulation is a new perception tunnel Bursting dreams can make thoughts And heavy golden cells explode Opening hungry mouths Sucking all directions Into a ball of now Know this: Under fluctuating eyebrows light wraps into a cocoon After disintegration of being lies an ocean of threads Before that final integration travelling must occur Over all constantly changing matter curves a wing Meet your peak!

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