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Recalibration



Ensconced in the cloak of darkness
Relaxation
Submerging in radiating silence
Intention

Wires connect to nerves
Extraction
Analytics and algorithms
Absorption

Nothing remains the same
Comprehension
Switchboard alternating information
Fragmentation

Light excised from avatar
Ascension
Invitation to the source
Liberation

 


Infinity embraced 
Perception
Familiar voices divine
Communication

Whispers betraying
Deception
Thinking becomes knowing
Illumination

Guided back to body
Restoration
New power in the veins
Vibration



Wires disconnect
Descension
Back beneath the sheets
Apprehension

Desire to return
Inclination
Reinforcing images
Projection

Relegated to madness
Realization
Sunbeams pierce curtains
Inception















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