Dropping in I feel about. Touch connection, different than out. Dive a little deeper, a gradient steep, without a bottom, fall into a sleep. Wake from this fate, accelerate up. Carry with me, some memory though rough. An altered isness, aberration of sorts, was part unconscious thus couldn't morph. So once again, I return. Gleaming more clarity, greater discern. Through smoke and mirror, ex- & in-terior, duplicate, confusion burn. Simplicity occur, back in the now. Broader reality, understand allow. With certainty prevailing, accuracy acute. Out balanced with In, congruity astute.
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AuthorKeala Brent |