Dream Makers Trance
Waking Visions
A door had opened
No knocking required
*
I traveled into
the velvet night
beyond
the fractalicious spirals
*
Someone came to me
sparkling in the emptiness
*
There was a river flowing underneath
Black and crimson grids flowed freely
glowing vibrantly
*
They guided me to dive into it
I gazed into the river hesitantly
*
When I looked down
it swirled into an eddy
Sucked me down into the depths
*
I hovered above simultaneously
Watching the grids shape shift
*
Gushing with glory
The fluidity of the grids grew turbulent
morphing into fractals
Blocks branching through all dimensions
back into the 3D
*
That's when the door closed
and I came back to this reality
*
It was a moment
maybe a minute
though time is relative
It was surefire confirmation
within a waking state
*
There's things beyond
what the human eye normally sees
alongside our everyday reality
About the Creator
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