Dancing along these thoughts. An hour passes by in the haze of a minute.
Sever these sober ties and drift into oblivion, navigating freely.
Exploring yesterday with ghostly impressions.
Throwing sail to the wind. Push through mundane cessations.
Time holds no constraints here.
Cognition roams, lacking fear.
In throwing out the map, shedding expectation.
I become free; lucid and truly.
The night is yours.
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