when the ancient toad trips over a fragile mental switch-
and light beams bend and blend with music in a standing vibrational wave of expression-
laser encoded language of constellations-
memory spills over from a future singularity.
and in the twilight of a hyperspace convergence, we are pulled towards becoming ourselves-
with time in a tincture, and a molecule of imagination.
~~~much love, peace and light in the new year!
~biopsylo
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Hmmm, this poem reminds me of my friends who use DMT. Weird.  Thanks for sharing - great resonance. Happy New Year! "But even if nothing lasts and everything is lost, there is still the intrinsic value of the moment. The present moment, ultimately, is more than enough, a gift of grace and unfathomable value, which our friend and lover death paints in stark relief."-Rick Doblin, Ph.D. MAPS President, MAPS Bulletin Vol. XX, No. 1, pg. 2Hyperspace LOVES YOU
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2011 years after that hippie got stabbed
we tap plastic possibilities
scanned by corneas
and electric axions
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designated to throw the driving gears through the roof splinters spilling out the hole in the crew`s tooth watch-hands pocket-chain bump-train noose truth high, aim low, swing miss shoot. They don't think it be like it is, but it do.
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I'm not very poetic. Tried for a haiku, at least as I remember them being taught in grammar school.  Less ego, more love. DMT shows the way - accept. Nexus leads with light. "But even if nothing lasts and everything is lost, there is still the intrinsic value of the moment. The present moment, ultimately, is more than enough, a gift of grace and unfathomable value, which our friend and lover death paints in stark relief."-Rick Doblin, Ph.D. MAPS President, MAPS Bulletin Vol. XX, No. 1, pg. 2Hyperspace LOVES YOU
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love them thanks for the reciprocate
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