You hear things
Tiny slivers of intent
An action speaking in a thousand paradigms
You believe things
Some truths over taking other truths
What is truth if it plays with reality
To protect our inner truth
Attempts to turn it off
Down under a registering way
Reading quite a bit on ability to maneuver
Away from their truths
Into the individual moments
Along the way an outcome
Over and over the shade and lights
Color mixing with the culture of a human
Labeling ourselves to belong
Choosing a segment of other truths to subscribe
Language is changed and used for delivery
Modality aimed to hide the central theme in self
A scary prospect
Like an oil man searching for new plots to overtake
We overtake ourselves in a pulling force
Building up walls to shield the truer nature
Monstrous voices scream in the shadows
Flowers at the feet of madness
To pick and hold
Love and cherish
An everlasting wakefulness
Listening to the gambler man
Believing in the wicked witches
Following the ones who speak our language
Admit one to an empty room
Fresh starts
You can’t help but see the moment in the moment
It’s always you
And only you in these stronger winds
Boiling tides of a deformed moon face
A body broken moving to live
Symmetry in the poison
Cayenne
A figure down the way from our ways
Waiting with a hand up and down
In the peaceful hallows a birth of centric humanity
Scrolls of rejuvenation if there is to be progress
Laying down after a fall
Upward reflections
Stars playing their bells without plastic holders
All mighty prayers to welcome them in
Dirty feet
Smells of onions to absorb all illness
We fold inward collectively to seek the truth
Outward spirals in these hands
Shoot electricity
Ask them for toast and water and kindness
One last time before the dive
Hazy Acres 
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