The Multitude

I

It starts with elation…
Randomly placed -
In both moon & sun.

The quest.

Pineal gland begun

A peeling back
To see or perceive
The construct
& molecules

Sub atomic

Particles

In search of the little people

Those magical little creatures

II

It starts with elation…
Face flushed
Respiratory
Thoughts

Strange.

And there you are

III

It starts with elation…

Then

The Fear

& a screaming abyss

Perhaps

IV

It starts with geometrical shapes…

With visions in between.

Strange and wild visions.

Such visions.

V

It starts with equanimity

The only thing

That remains to be seen

The aftermath of introspection

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I contain multitudes and am my own worst enemy