Venture Into Infinity Poem by Bowie Allmon

Venture Into Infinity



A. Medicine men gather once again, dressed in ancient accessories and ornaments
B. Dancing almost naked in ring of fire, entranced by their gifted visions
C. They move in ritualistic rhythm for hours, even days, neither awake nor sleep deprived
C. Before the exhibition of this eccentric gallery, entheogens are consumed as a guide
A. The shamans form a circle on designated grounds, their sacred sediment

A. Patterns become apparent, colors intensifying, euphoria engulfing their minds
B. One falls on his knees, clenching his stomach during the purge, in which he vomits violently
C. Dehydrated and weak, he lays like a dead man, then his body raises as if possessed
C. He enters a trance and begins dancing uninterrupted by external stimuli and unaware of the rest
A. His dissociated consciousness seperates the body, his astral form learning, his earthly form blind

A. The venture into infinity, the journey to the end of the night
B. The doors of perception have been opened, revealing mysteries, secrets, and universal truths
C. Light years are traveled, passing the moons eclipse and the burning sun
C. The shaman, medicine man, this mystic druid, him and everything become one
A. He travels further and further until he meets a being on his spiritual flight

A. He asks for healing, enlightment, purification of the tribe
B. The superior being, mysterious and silent, grants this request
C. Everything before the shamans eyes swirls and twists, his journey coming to an end
C. Randomized shapes and colors, no form specific, it is all a disastrous blend
A. Suddenly, objects become real, he slowly enters again his body, sensations impossible to describe

A. It has become apparent that the shaman has exited his trance
B. His consciousness still puzzling itself together whilst hearing chatter of the healed
C. One man cured of blindness, one healed of psychosis, another ridden of malaria
C. All that has happened is real, not, is it the illusions of group mass hysteria
B. After the days spent in the infinity divine, the shaman finds his mortal body dancing the same dance.

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