slivers in time divide my mind in fine a world in miniature framed at my door when I move it centers more splinters in my mind telling me where to seek the bottom-line sunk below now i am swimming at sea amidst floating insanity fissures in this sphere my head cracking under pressure now i see through the field of shimmering lines that divide reality from nightmare a land beyond of terrifying dimensions nightmares waking my eyes are darkened by the shadows reality a glint that tickles the back of my head but i belong now to the realm of NIGHTMARES 11/4/21 – Andy McRae
This poem makes me think of what it’s like when I perform in ceremonial Magic and I reach that point where the Mind’s Eye opens and I enter the astral Realm, it’s as if the Mind itself cracks in half and all manner of strange things and creatures appear
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