Dilate Me
Constrict, Dilate, black holes, green galaxies with a trillion people on each planet, trying to figure out what the hell they are seeing, with third eye Gods, although they can not be seen, they believe, because understanding in one’s self: The American Dream, the haze and fog around the frame of self-obsession; as if the world was a bubbled sky, all that is chaotic on the outside, losing touch with reality, and all that is beautiful inside the bubble; the sun reflects off a speck of dust, they create freckles in my mind. A closed mind that unwinds the ropes releasing time. Elevate, navigate, the Columbus exploration of thoughts, setting sales for the sky, into the unknown elixir; expand, contract, your eyes; Dilate.
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