A pattern to this madness exists

Every so often, ever so slightly

It peeks into the corner

Of my brainstem

Then onto the periphery of a trembling

Conscious mind – truth meets intellect

And I am inside in one with the universe

A creative force emerges in this

Blissful chalice of stupendous dreams

An indelible impression of myself

Imprinting onto the fabric of time

A footprint that grows to fit

Timeless strings reveal

Echoes congeal.

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