Tripping

A spectral
Vectorial
Filigree light,
Holographic
By design,
Incandescent
And refined,
I can see the sign
Through my astral
Spiritual mind,
Colours surrounding me
Exploding beyond
Realms unseen,
Offering little sanctuary
I flow into essences
Of higher frequencies,
Flying through
Multiverse galaxies,
At a thousand miles an hour
And as images assail me
I can feel their power,
Of man's inhumanity
I feel ashamed
And I cower,
Yet somehow I prevail
And then the visions
Show man's ability,
And see the hope
And sign of
Humanities potentiality,
Then once again it's black
I find myself
Heading back,
Through a storm
Assaulting me
Of all the universes
Treasure troves
Throughout infinity,
And as these visions
Flow through my head,
I realise that I am blessed,
Only in the next moment
To wake up in my bed,
Breathless.
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