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Chaos! Chronos yawns.
A cosmic bubble enters the
hexagonal gate.

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Meaning Marbles of Cotton Candy

Twilight thoughts.

Murky mind.
Full of flaws.
Colliding colors.
Shifting shapes.
Marbles of meaning.
Bubbles of laws.
Nothing persists!
Nothings exists!
I am fading away,
As clumsy cloud.
Covered in cotton candy.
Sweetness.
Senseless.
Sense.
Morpheus you are my friend!

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Psyche

Drowning.

Deep down into the midnight zone.

Where thoughts get translucent

And concepts are gone.

Droning.

No one will hear. No one is here.

When fear has lost its form

And all illusions are gone.

Illumination.

Eternal light shines upon the night.

The darkest depth is a shiny brine.

It’s a well and it’s divine.

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When the creation decides to take over and you allow,
the creation becomes the creator.
The best thing to do, is surrender, hand over thy self to thyself and enter.
“I dissolve!”
- An altered state -
“Who am I?”
“A creating creation creator?”
The I is dissolved.
- Metaphysical projection -
You are now a  Meta-creator.
Welcome to the faith elevator!

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Elysium Illusion

Elevate, elevate,

I am gaining height.

Emanate, emanate,

I am losing weight.

Escape, escape,

isolation and seclusion.

Eliminate, eliminate,

the lace of space.

Evolve, evolve,

I dissolve, this is my solution.

Illuminate, illuminate,

my matter turns into an electric state.

Alternate, alternate,

the eternal 8.

Elate, elate,

it’s eclectic faith, which opens the gate.

Elysium Illusion.

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Sentinel of Sense
Sanity, saint sanity.
Still stillnes? It stinks!
My sentiment sinks and sinks,
Sinks down a sink.
Spit and spill!
Spill the stillness!
Still the stillness!
Secret segregation, 
Sacred secretion, will
Surrogate this state.
Singsong. I surrender!
Seeking splendor!
Scent the source!
I sense a sound,
The sound sounds sound.
I am surrounded,
Surrounded by sirens.
Sweet shiver.
The sirens sing in silence.
My sinister sister, I see!
I see the sea!
I see, the sea as a secret shrine.
Sublime symmetry,
The seed of sin, sits in the sense.
Hence, the sinful sense
Supersedes the sensful sin.
Sublime symmetry,
Serendipity of serenity!
And Suddenly,
A sparkling snake
spirals up my spine.

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Ignite

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Creator's Elegy

 

I HATE Art!

 

The hunt for harmony,

a compulsive hidden order

full of anger, resentment and pain.

 

The painter is in agony!

 

A release of erratic Energy.

 

- Increase of Entropy,

Chromatic chaos,

Tinted ecstasy -

 

Resurrection in rapture,

With heart and soul!

 

I LOVE Art,

 

Teacher of surrender

My elysian enemy <3

 

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Ink

Imagine nothing,
nothing other than a living system, all at will, willed to live and willed to grow.
Hermatypic are those brittle branches with all those tendriled blots and in between lots of dots,
lots of spots, that swarm.
Like little tiny bugs, full of guts, going nuts.
Their duty, explore the void, conserving colour, keeping beauty.
Every once a while, while unattended, parasite tend to smite a dendritic side.
Holy crap, such a gap makes the dendroids die!
Where are you clumsy creatures?
Paint the pale, make them hale!
Link with ink, make them drink, turn the hue into blue.
Beware and ward, you might have to fight, fight for reward, fight in delight!
Near a sphere? No more need for fear, you will notice, you will rise.
These are climes of life, behaving like a healing hive.
leave the shore, empowered and ready to explore, more and more and more.
Drift and dive, shift and strive, simply keep alive!
Play your role, be the whole!
Experience the wisdom of this symbiotic system!

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plasmic thoughts

matter

oscillate

quasineutral

state

space

potential

fluid intelligence

stream

alchemical dreams

beam

plasmonstor

electric

fields

high

frequent

minds

golden

stars