Vortex

Vortex

A Poem by David Lanier (Mysticdave)
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Tripping, falling into the vortex, this wild whirlpool of colors....

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Tripping, falling into the vortex,


this wild whirlpool of colors.

Spinning out of this world,

twirling into stranger times.

Out of control, now, falling faster.

The years roll around me,

like some psychedelic cyclone.

Down ever down, falling to zero.

The colors dim to grey and white,

dissipating my existence,

into a fine grey mist of smoke,

that is still spinning slow,

expanded into a turning

universe of star like molecules.

© 2014 David Lanier (Mysticdave)


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Added on July 11, 2014
Last Updated on July 11, 2014
Tags: poetry, psychedelic, life, spirituality

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David Lanier (Mysticdave)
David Lanier (Mysticdave)

Salt Lake City, UT



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I am a hard working proud American as well as an avid outdoors type, born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah. My poetry and writings come from the experiences and soul searching i have had while out c.. more..

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