My mind travels
At warp speeds
Through space,
Dimensions and timelessness
I see dynamic stars,
The fire-lit sun and lifeless planets
Many moons
In the hush tones clothed in space
The alpha, gamma and delta
On display like shooting rays
From the main source.
I’m the electric charge paving the matrix route
Sitting on my couch
T.V. on, paying no attention
To flickering images
And unwanted sounds
My subconscious in a maze
Unknowingly following a blur
Misled by a misguided beam
My mental map is not the territory
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