Psychedelia #1

Climbing the hand woven staircase
Under the mammoth of iron space
A world awaits
One, which fully satiates.

Wet dreams suffice
The clearing in my veins
Longing for life
Or so I should claim.

Into the portal
Aghast with this place
Into magical land
No time to save trace.

I stepped on the gravel,
I touched the front door;
And out walked a child
I, who was no more.

She took my hand
I caressed her cheek
Around the bend
I found all I was willing to seek.

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