Poderos - Hallucinogenic

In the garden of dreams, where shadows twist
And the moonlight hums a forgotten song,
There lies a door, a spectral mist,
Where reality blurs, both weak and strong.
I stumbled upon it one quiet night,
Led by whispers in the swirling air-
A call from beyond, or perhaps from inside,
I couldn't tell, but I didn't care.
With a breath, I crossed the hidden line,
The world behind me faded thin.
My thoughts began to slowly unwind,
And a new reality settled in.
Colors that never had names before
Bloomed like fire across the sky,
And I could hear the forest's roar,
A thousand secrets in each sigh.
Shapes morphed like liquid, soft and slow,
Mountains melted into streams.
The earth below began to glow,
As time unraveled in endless dreams.
The stars began to hum and dance,
Silver threads spun through the air.
I floated free in a cosmic trance,
Weightless, untethered, without a care.
The trees had faces, wise and old,
Their bark whispered ancient lore.
The wind carried tales untold,
Of worlds beyond this spinning core.
I reached out to touch the moonlit breeze,
And felt it turn to liquid light.
It slipped through my fingers with effortless ease,
Melding with the velvet night.
Voices, faint yet crystal clear,
Rose from the depths of the sky-blue lake.
Each one a thought, a buried fear,
Or maybe just echoes the mind could make.
A serpent of light coiled around my mind,
Its scales a kaleidoscope of hue,
Whispering riddles, surreal and unkind,
Of things that I once thought I knew.
"Is this the truth?" it hissed, and laughed,
"Or just a mask you wear so tight?
Reality, a flimsy craft,
Sailing blindly through endless night."
I tried to speak, but words dissolved,
Melting like ice in summer's heat.
The world around me turned unresolved,
A shifting dance with no repeat.
I saw myself from outside in,
A puppet pulled by threads unseen.
Each thought, each breath, each silent sin,
Part of a vast, unknowable scheme.
The sun rose slowly, but it bled,
Streaks of crimson in the dawn.
A flower bloomed where I had bled,
A symbol of the night now gone.
But the echoes lingered, soft and strange,
A whispered promise in the day-
That life itself is just a change,
A fleeting dream that fades away.
In the garden of dreams, where shadows twist,
The door still stands, forever wide.
A gateway to the mystic mist,
Where the waking world and the dream collide.

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Like magic to the eyes. I would not wanna dream what you do

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Terrance McKenna would loved that.Love the colours.

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That was awesome. No2 + this = Unbelievable

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Mind. Bent.

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