manifestation, perfect becomes flawed- inevitable, horrible, beautiful
is there hope?
ancestors frown upon our mantle of destiny,
yet not all is absolute
Believers, ye who still see light!
shine unto this dark world
drones upon drones
an unexpected center of tranquility, ever present, ever elusive
premonitions of limits to come: a concentric offering of greater magnitude
stay tuned to your tuning
twilight mist bear you up
light as a mote
to rest in the branches
sway in the song of the trees
growing, deep bedrock roots
living sacred earth
culmination of trans-sentient extrasensory epiphany on the verge of an abyss.
speak unto the void, and the void speaketh also unto you.
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