Swirling grey fogs close upon my mind
silently lulling me, relaxing me...
Soothing mists brush my brow,
cool, quiet, ethereal vapors subtly changing;
eldritch wraiths of forgotten worlds and dreams
coming to befriend me, guiding my mind
into faery worlds and spheres...
Gently, ever so gently,
I am cast adrift in the infinite oceans of eternity,
becoming one with the immeasurable universe...
July 14, 1972
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