The Moons of Oria Zed
My meditations often induce
altered states, event horizon
interplays where I find myself
adrift in the vastness of my
own consciousness—I’m
disentangled from the
peril of falsehoods designed
to bind me with the chains
of counterfeit dogmas.
The sounds around me
become lucid imagery, a timely
liberation from conditioned
repressions induced by
malicious narcissists—those
who dared to shatter my youth.
I navigate transpersonal oceans
across the moons of Oria Zed,
bathed in luminous molecules of
primordial mist until I’m saturated
with eternal wisdoms divulged
from an unexplored expanse.
I’m no longer an enigma
to myself.
