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Hypnagogia: EditorialHypnagogia: Doorway to Inner-Space By Rich HughesHypnagogia: Editorial
Dreaming has been a part of human history for as long as anyone can remember, and it's never lost it's mystical veil over it's denizens. The seemingly limitless interpretations of their value in our daily lives stretch to all walks of life. However, accompanied with this mystique is an altered state of consciousness known as " hypnagogia ", or in it's lay-terms, the " borderland state ", the " borderline ", or the " half-dream " state. Along with dreaming this is one of the most fascinating altered states of consciousness we can experience without the use of hallucinogenic s
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third focusillusions of emotions most perturbed formulate blistering skies which bleed into my vision. bracing against the current, I can feel you watching me. tears, begging for final release;third focus
a fatal fall from glory.
I cannot deny you, for all I seek is truth. with each doubtful exhale, my chest rumbles with vibrations of fear. an unbeating heart cannot love, and all I love is you. dry your tears, and come back to me. singing of a breakthrough, I can feel it coming through. challenging myself again to welcome the unknown, your p
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wayward plightyou've taken your time to allow the poison to coalesce in your veins. fevered moments, coming so slow just couldn't seem like suicide. pain is sudden, but change is gradual for you, and I watch you die with worn dry eyes. the sharp syllables of our whispers sound no longer; only the venerable echoes communicate inwayward plight
perpetual one-sided cacophony. with each fading inflection of
their romance my chest
sinks another cavity.
failing to ignore the sighs of shadows aloft my ears, I am reminded of the halos we once crowned which
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the triangles within a spiral.Concious, patterns unfolding.the triangles within a spiral.
Are we the algorithmic substance in a spiraled epiphany?
6 points to the side and half a dozen to the other. I hold this secret of memory, as a rose, withering but blooming in the afternoon sun. The triangular pattern spins from cobwebs of memory, dazes the prodigy of a shadow, and cleanses humankind of a lie.
My brother, covet thy belief hold nothing sacred, deny thy rose which blossoms so sweetly against all expectation.
and live.
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