My brainWorked with a dim and undetermined senseOf unknown modes of being.

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.

Hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires.

We are setting out to create new worlds, new beings, new modes of consciousness.

It's concerning to me. I'm very interested in the topic. How I would get involved is undetermined at this point.

This life's dim windows of the soulDistorts the heavens from pole to poleAnd leads you to believe a lieWhen you see with, not through, the eye.