The Astral Projector (Poem)

Was the mundane world too low for you,
Surveyor of the other realms?
Have you tired of the gravity
That used to ground your searching feet?

I envy your fearless traversing
Through the frequencies of this our reality
Past the expectant shades of blue and green
That have those arbitrary names and purposes.

In dream, you go to places that I have not,
Too burdened by the questions in my mind
But I watch you with an earnest spirit
That is secretly kindred, and openly nervous.

-D.

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