Theta state
A little space for my dreams
Brain waves through time
When they need to roar
An ideation during
A theta state
So thundering and warm
A little space with gleams
Shining down upon all
My dolefulnesses
Ending all my confusions
Relieving me
Of my ashed hell of compulsions.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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