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OM
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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