@KriszRokk 16 January 2025

The Escape Room (Original Poetry)

I look around and see worlds colliding in front of me books drifting on a screen bending from left to right unconsciously breaking waves and forming new patterns changing the way I perceive reality.   Jumping between dimensions sold as a giant mystery yet I continue to spin and gather infinite wisdom from an unknown passenger who resonates with eternity.   The portal opens and closes swiftly flares of energy ripple through my skin nothing in this universe is as it seems. Why do I need eyes if my perception is twisted in an ephemeral sphere of continuity?   Transgressing fields and frequencies allowing my multi-dimensional Merkaba to acclimatize with galactic entities who welcome me into their families enabling my spirit to travel freely between realms and battlefields.   Immortality tingles my feelings enabling me to drop the shackles and stop the prisoner-guardian game I’ve deliberately indulged in when signing up to create the human frame.   In this never-ending cycle players join to enhance the now-space unaware of the possibilities to transcend from an illusion masterfully projected inside the brain.   *Escape if you can!* I hear an inner voice yell.   *You’re my holographic fractal.* *Wake up! Remember why you came.* 💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎 Image by Daniela S. aka @wayofaiki https://hive.blog/@wayofaiki Originally published on the Hive blockchain at @KriszRokk https://hive.blog/hive-150329/@kriszrokk/the-escape-room-original-poetry

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