Saturated

i tried to tell them

what i could see

(i was lost for words)

each time i tried

my explanations

withered with my breathe

(i was lost for words)

the more incoherent

i became

the more i could see

i was caught in a loop

of chemicals and pure wonder

but they were caught

in their own amusement

(i was lost for words)

i looked to this skies that night

i knew

i felt the sky that night

i felt so high; that sight

and even that felt right

that night

i could see

to become a part

of the this

and the that

i had to detach myself from it first

i let myself stay with the sky

as i came apart from it

i could hear

the winds of time

rush the sky through my mind

i could taste

then, now and the future

i was saturated

in bitter and sweet

i was saturated

in the everything of nothing

i was saturated

in blissful happy sadness

that uncurled deep inside

i was saturated

and enveloped

inside a miasmic spiral

a curling plume

of rushing joys

of viscous emotions

of semi tamed winds

i looked

i was shown

both facts and fictions

secrets and lies

the obvious

the mysteries

this thing we are in

it goes on forever

no beginning

no end

a wonderful invisible light

bends around us

bends around everything

everything is connected

we pulse in this pattern

we are saturated in connections

we pulse in this design

we are saturated in all directions

we are the pulses

we are that

that we cannot see

we know everything there is

we just have to find it

we just have to put

the pieces together

we are saturated in it

we are tales

untold

we are journeys

unmade

we are the discoveries

that are yet to be

and we will still thrill

these many jaded worlds

you just have to look

and not see

feel and let go

try and not be

it was then

and only then

that i found

where the gods

had hidden

the dragons

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