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Tomes of the Gods

My eyes made a home
In the glow

Of the fiery coals -
The flow

Of the arctic breeze
Sown

With visions of the
Soul:

An unknown

Dimension into a dimension
Of the

Known

As smoke spoke
Over the current of music

In undertones
Of tones

Each being a key
To entry to

Neural network twilight zones
Where the gods

Speak in subquantum
Poems

Expanded
Into

Tomes.

*. *. �*

I did this 21 day state of fasting.

I believe that one of the components
of such a state of being is the presence of death.

I think, also, that intent can be a factor.

But...

I set a big bomb fire (I do believe the term is "bonfire";
however, some say bomb fire so I variate when using the term).

Nevertheless...

I was "fire gazing", which is a thing.

It is a method through which one might activate the pineal gland.

Well...

Suddenly the smoke came alive,
and began to interact with my perception, which plays a key role

in our experience of "reality".

The smoke, waving and maneuvering, in conjunction
with the music I was listening to, began to communicate.

This is not an unheard of phenomenon...

But was highly strange.

I had no fear.