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POETRY
Mysticism
Not for realists
Detachment has taken the shape of my life
Till it changed to monumental serenity
I met a mystic
He turned my world upside down
Channeling magic with golden shimmer in his hands
Hymns guiding me
Healing every pain, every sorrow, every tear that left my body
Reversing my past
Kissing away my tragedy
As if it were an illusion
A trance of a Neverland experienced only through a dream
Imbibed into my sacred heart
Cleansing my soul
Juggling alchemy, illusionism, and mentalism
What a trickster the brain has become
Intertwined with a soul-bending mysticism
Pouncing over surrealism
As if it were rarer than my own escapism
What a bizarre trance
What a splendid mysticism
Suddenly, a jerk, and I opened my eyes.
Author’s Note: The imagery is intentionally rushed and disjointed to capture the feeling of a trance, where thoughts and sensations flow rapidly, creating confusion rather than clarity. The aim is to make the reader feel this disorientation rather than simply read about it.
