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Shuttled through the tunnel
Of a star-bound placid trip.
Cascading onto the crystal ship
On route to the God's Palace of atonement
Ariving-
Finding no being of an enlightnening stature.
Only 12 abandoned chairs of confinement
And a pellucid mirror refelcting what I see fit
-taken in by the limpid mirror's plutonic mind tricks.
Scuba-diving into
Pure creative matter
Plunging into creation attire
Gathering each puzzle piece desired
And placing them on the board as I adhere.
Falling through the back door
Wanting more-
Unfinished with a process of thought
_Parachuting back down to standard consciousness.
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