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Distraction...
Shadow dancing.
To practice for no other cause
but interplay.
Taking pause without reason...
Taken-in, by a need for self-reflection.
A changing of the tides
a time-out to reassess
a blessing.
Pull the plug and disconnect
Cut the cord
Jump ship...
Finding myself,
This moment of eternity…
Hopelessly cast adrift
Chasing a dream, perhaps
evolving from a need to blend...
reacting to
A shift of potentiality towards
a positive solution...
to ancestral visions, calling.
United spirits
pondering at what cost?
passage
To the great beyond.
Ignoring the suggestion of failure
turning the page…
Plying the unknown.
Driven by will,
beyond this stage
While in pursuit of pleasure
Then, too evasion
from random questions,
Of calling circumstance
Amidst the incoming invasion,
brought by hatred...
By people who cannot relate
To friendly competition
Instead...
twisting fate
And i,
The commander of this space in time, mine...
Taken in by an urge
need
To revisit the current life-design
Albeit...
With potential somewhat misaligned
Making inertial corrections
steering
By my North Star
By patterns
ingrained ancestral signatures
Setting my sights to a higher plane
A Heaven…or is a haven for my mind
While exploring at depth within…
Take another chance
to check the budding plan
Coming into focus, gradually
Like a slow-motion procession of raindrops
on parade
emerging through the mists
with echoes of falling raindrops
which serenade us,
creating ripples in a pool...
As if a waterfall cascades
from the heavens coming down
here among us
playing upon a gentle breeze
Dropping soft explosions
upon its surface
Periodic interruptions,
creating friendly distortions…
bubbles, spontaneously appearing
As if travelling
along a passing astral plane.
Awakening from a deep sleep.
Leaping into consciousness.
Accelerating at a rapid pace
towards an unknown destination,
dimensions beyond.
Unplanned equations
coincidentally, at hand
Speaking to my muse
in the echoes, passing time
Conversations starting fires in my mind
With incense, aromatic smoke
ascending into the heavens
As if speaking to
the stars...
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