Hidden away in an ancient temple, newly discovered, it's not so simple:

underground chambers that boggle the mind. Your neurons are twitching, but you feel fine.

The crisis of knowing is understanding. Your focus is fine; your mind expanding.

Your bodily brain goes on hold, while an inner reflection explores your soul.

Probable clouds dance in the distance mapping out spots for your re-existence.

Forgotten familiars gather around, drawn by the pull of the joy of the sound

of the delectable pucker of incredible lips and the compulsory swaying of beautiful hips

through the henges of stone under the mist that vibrate with pure, outshining bliss.

Yet a part of you strives, or so it would seem, to shut it all down and go back to the dream.

But the only real choice that you ever make is to choose the illusion or finally wake.

It's all up to you, to refuse or allow, and the moment of choosing is right in the now.

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