Delusions dance, oh what a ride
A voyage to realms the mind implied
Illusions weave, reality aside
But how do we decode this slide?
Is it a symptom of a fractured mind?
Or glimpses of a world we're yet to find?
A whisper from the cosmic, a sign divine?
Or merely glitches in the neural line?
Some claim it's a window, a peek behind the veil
An odyssey solo, where mysteries prevail
To touch the untouchable, to sense the unknown
To shatter norms, to break the monotone
Others deem it a curse, a cage of the psyche
A maze of torment, where shadows strike
A plunge into chaos, where sanity folds
A journey to where the essence is sold
But who holds truth, and who holds lies?
Who defines sanity, who denies?
Perhaps it's all perception's game
A mirror to our inner flame
So let's not fear the visions that sway
Let's embrace them, let them have their say
For they're fragments of our being, our lore
A glimpse of infinity, forevermore.
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Solomon Walker
Artist, Photographer, Poet, Entrepreneur. Director, Museum of Digital Fine Arts (MoDFA). Solomon is also creator and curator of MoDFA art group on LinkedIn.
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