My child,Feel the dreamIts soft and fraying edgesTethered outside of time.Be glad of this rocky outpostAn explosion of life and colorIn the black vacuum of space.Revel in your awarenessAt the dim thoughts Bubbling up from nowhereThe pieces you call self.Resist… Continue Reading →
When I am goneOrchids will still bloomThe moon bright will still rise in clear dark skiesFoxes will still glide smiling through the woodsWinds will still blow amongst the trees and grassesThunder will still rollRain will still fallWaves will still dance… Continue Reading →
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