Panegyric praising phantasmagoric, albeit...

unseen prophets providing perspicuity...,

Who commune with yours truly

within state of mind between

sleep and wakefulness

methinks disembodied spirits

infiltrate mine consciousness

while suspended within trance.

Meditation invokes light hypnosis

gently beckoning me to surrender self

fearlessness disappears relinquishing

clutched grip upon ethereal essence

without substance, I wonder

how emotions, ideas, longings...

can weigh so oppressively

as if such elusive thought processes

(however they become manifest

spontaneously crowdsourcing then...

just as quickly re: blink of eye
irretrievably lost in space (mind)

farther than outer limits of twilight zone

realizing futility to conjure them back

synonymous when this (hymn) mortal

male i.e. contemplative,

intuitive, ruminative...

nonetheless unable to recall revelatory

insight...,and/or when steeped deeply

within sleep (ah...such dynamic,

magnificent, vivid...dreams) more so

pronounced since relying to function

almost half dozen medications

(to mitigate predisposition wrought

courtesy of anxiety,

ocd, panic attacks..),

yet upon opening

(even without disruption)

access to such excellent

personal profundity...slightly biased

denied, analogous to

steel door shutting tight

with nary an iota remembered

to self interpret what subconscious

exposure means, a motherlode

rich with material

to write poetry or prose

tis quite bothersome

this sudden disappearance

evocations vanishes without a trace

aware no intense concentration

will jog abundant cerebral activity

forever out of reach

Argh...such evocative manifestations

serve as private cable channel

obvious drawback reruns

cannot be rebroadcast

aware (of course) nobody boot me

agog with exhilaration,

fascination, galvanization...

to plumb depths into world

I will never fathom

further than 20,000

leagues under the sea.