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A New Dimension


You are haunted by the vastness of your own thoughts
when u walk the road bare foot,
u are walking on bridge of naked thrones,
with the sun, sucking the last bit of humidity in your epidermis.
The night brings ghosts,
ghosts that are dissolved
in the pitch black sky,
And u enter the clouds
that appear far down the 23rd dimension.
U feel the chill of winds,
U face 1000 volts of thunder.
U drive through the plasma,
and the transit to the vastness of your brain.

The shock now feels like a pulse,
travelling through your nerves
soothing your soul.
the immense coldness
is now a river of snow,
and the clouds are the mountains beneath your feet.
u fall and u are happy to be there,
a few feet now and u,
waiting for the immense trip to end.

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