Projection (Original Poetry)

Breathe.
Please, breathe.
I don’t want you to exit.
I’m not ready to witness your elixir.
And yet, you stop.
One last breath.
I see the mist evaporating.
You’re done with this realm.
Till later, in another dimensionality.
 
A lucid dream, perhaps?
Or maybe just a fractal
of the holographic universe I partake in?
 
No, it’s reality!
Says a bitter voice
trapped in the illusion
of limited possibilities.
 
Years pass by
timelines collide
Will I ever see your wholehearted smile?
 
I learned to fire up my multidimensional Merkaba
downloads and uploads are part of my daily life
the data exchange taught me to decipher
streams of code hidden in plain sight
Why can’t I access your channel and plug you into an avatar?
 
The Garden of Eden is a farm
cleverly marketed as an aphrodisiac paradise.
Activate your thirteen-strand DNA
to phase in and out
witnessing the inversion
you thought you couldn’t survive.
 
Breathe.
Focus.
Identify.
And release
the energetic cords
keeping you attached
to the projection of your mind.

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