"Multi-dimensional Excursions"

Gradually but assuredly slip I into this mood;
I try not to, but in the corner sit I and brood...

I never wanted anyone to see the burden that
I carry; it's mine and no-one elses...

Into it I've been reborn and with it I'll be buried

Stomach rumbles and aches; at 3 a.m awoke
I sweating and hungry, not for conventional
morsels of food, but for the euphoric rush
of the Magi that lies in the rapture of the
crystal's majik

It took me there, to a shift in consciousness

As I lay on the bed staring out the window
at the, "Witching Hour," I beheld vortices
and orbs; they advanced me towards
until through the glass they protruded

Appearing and taking form, unto myself
they said, they'd come from another world;
not somewhere out beyond the farthest
galaxy, but another dimension parallel
to our own

Dimensions out incomprehensibly endless
to our own

Got some DMT lined-up for my next excursion;
these multi-dimensional trips have me so much
more about our existence learning