Tuned

The thunders spoke to me in sonar
Booming n crackling
Pounding n plucking

They forced my sol to cypher
Higher and higher
Till i lost consciousness
In effect regaining consciousness
But on a higher plateau
Where gravity is nonexistent
Hues bleeding together 
And time becomes transfixed
When i returned home
Nothing seemed the same
 Because i had changed
Once again in tune with the brothers of balance
Who share a space in my room

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