The World of Myth Magazine

Every night I want to visit planets, high above me,
soaring, sweeping, while I faintly hear their song.
There will be colors which are stunningly luminescent,
that will touch my inner psyche, with celestial fire.
Only my astral body, free of the shell that binds me,
will make that journey, floating ever nearer the abyss.
What is unbearable is knowing that my tethered earthly self
won't be privy to these wonders, being blinded by normality.

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