Slow rise like freshly mixed kneaded bread ~
An old culture used today instead. The baker though myself, unfamiliar to me ~ Not sure where he came from, another planet possibly. An unusual sensation, different kind of relation ~ I'm not sure but could just be ~ Interiorized in my body, difficult to see. Physical eyes for viewing, odd other feelings too. Aches and pains, what a drain, this being a body, is quite insane. Yeah okay, kinda fun, I remember this somewhat now ~ Find its rhythm, adjust this vision, just simply allow. Wait a minute, this isn't infinite, get back to my usual flow ~ Out of body, a better party, Back to games I go. Ah relief, exteriorized, big again, through third eye. Multi-verse, not immersed, with wings where I can fly ~ Above the surface, so much surplus, stretch and be the wind. Dive to the sea, world watery, be a whale, a tail and fin ~ Or my human body proximity, useful tool ~ and responsibly wear a grin.
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AuthorKeala Brent |