Subconscious Bliss

A man slips off into subconscious bliss, the space between other worlds and this.

Drifting in perfect awareness, between consciousness and sleep, antennae up, receiving deep.

Masks are off, all faces known, rising above flesh blood and bone, rain and fog are moving in thick, in my cosmic dreams, it falls like this.

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