Stirring out here in slumber
As it expands
On a wavelength
How far does it move along building new lines
To another plain
Some waiting naturally logical
Art without intelligence
A violent love
Window to the attributing factors
Patterns of code in societal vibrations
Wicked pages on a clockwise turn
Knocking for the ok to press on
Each day to realize an importance in furthering a feeling
This piece fits
Another is tainted since the last it spoke
Thoughts dancing when others speak to the central themes
A show you’ve entered
Fortunate or unfortunate
Just to be a sense of identity
Without the influence or expectations
Letting finality have a seat with spirit
The fruit to thrive on
Planted currency for a later time
What seed was holy
It will rise when living in the dream
They’ll shower it with language not your own
See the code
In simple transactions of post modernism
No longer ok to be true
Romantica
Boundaries pressing spatial existence
Suffocating a mind floating languidly down a river
Roots along the edge for safety
So it doesn’t become a waterfall
Until the relationship with time is fully undermined
Detour in all the bridges that are signs
How the choice in a moment builds everything
Rustic nail on an old piece of wood
Hard to pull to replace
Rest up between an action ceremony
Laying heavy for the body to reset
Erase the pastiched intent
Without warning the presentation might be silent
For a piece of you is forever just a piece
Louder truth in microcosmic fortune
When the butterfly comes you are free to roam
Together along the sound
Hazy Acres 
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