Adrift

How remarkable, this state they
call insanity, once the fear is past.
Paranoia disappears, as if a mighty
spell were cast. At last, the mind
is really opening out and in, at once
the exponential power of the gist of
all imagining. Inner voices cease their
endless chattering; and demons start
to chant a charming melody of soul.

All we know becomes a mist;
opaque, a multitude of moving
blending hues of creativity - for
something all brand-new is seeking
to be born in us. And so it seems as if
another play begins to act itself -
without a stage in sight.

The actors are the nebulae, the scenes,
offset of reeling stars. Cosmically, the
mighty rays of life in love, touch within
a harmony of utter osculation. 'Tis then
the seventh power turns to ten,
and we find ourselves adrift
amid the essence of it all...

? Michaelette ?

11/12/2001
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