Negative people give
Me mixed signals,
Everything that twinkles
With bells and whistles aren't
Always healthy symbols,
I find resurgence within
Meditation crystals to
Escape from the illusions
Of this chaotic third dimension,
Mixed signals blend in
To a bigger picture,
The construction of my
Pineal gland build as my
Visions assemble
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