Heart surgery on astral body

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Facing your mortality,
out of duality,
mind lethality,
immortality,
all of them just words,
We forgot the swords
Before conclusion,
It's just an illusion,
A vision of ambition.

But in the end,
Nobody was sent
down the vent
to bring the light
out of sight, into the darkness
Agatha Harkness,
old school witch
Looking for the end of time
With a Martini and lime.

The hospital is just a fading memory
As the pain is just reminding me
of what could have been,
of what I have seen,
beanie bag and bean,
princess no less.

Meknes, Fes,
memories from another time,
another life, the wife,
The Lion and the Wardrobe,
that light, the fight, the might.

The Wrath of Khan,
Cancan and Paris,
Who is this
Looking back at my
from the Black Mirror,
mirroring my moves?
What drives the doves
The score from the core?
It was quiet before,
But now my mind is running with
Hundred miles per hour,
no sweet or sour
chicken, pick, chick-flick.

I am not sick.