Breathe in the nebula gas,
float down the canals on mars,
washed upon the shores of cosmic oceans
Nothing that I will ever feel
will exist in minds,
give birth to a new realm of thought,
and I’ll sink into the pools of delirium.
Fall back and swell into the waves,
quasars illuminate your face,
feel it flow through you,
do you feel the same,
we’ll be born again in embryonic clouds.

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