an energy of epic proportion is brewing in the skies above.
it was the calm before the storm which cleared my conciousness,
in such a swaying manner it lightened the load.
that vacant space inside my home i seeked so long to know,
has been inverted allowing it to grow.
i eat the words and watch them move, dissecting principles
and dialogue, flowing gently with their grooves, recording them in monologues.
so this is all, this is it, reality in harmony we're living in its midst.
and on my mountain under the sea, comfortably alone i sit,
waiting for a passerby, to pay an unsuspected visit.
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