Thoughts resonate as ink connect with paper. Drowning in poetic stanzas takes breath away, wading in unknown waters of my existence
Vivid visions collide daily spitting truth from snapshots of mind. Nothing matters as thoughts breakout of restricted zones that MAN deem important, scaled back versions of correctness muted in perfected systematic pen strokes
Self expression demand VIP front seating, for back seat cluttered with scribe pretenders. My aura bright I bath in beauty, submerged in light dripping forever slowly on melanin skin
My flow elevated...
I swim in sweet streams of karma, pass negativity on the downstroke. My folk have same mindset as I, for we know why not knowing self is felt in empty chakras
Spiritually sleep souls lost like Dead Sea Scrolls tucked in Qumran caves...unread
Take from me these thoughts that fill head as I wait the countdown
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