Weightless attempt to feel what is missed
Regularly
Inner party in the ways of allowing
All of the thoughts playing like a Tamborine
Back up singers are always ready
One door is a start
Felt peace in their vibrations
Soft melody in simple truth
Collectively knowing what’s communicating
Whether we are hypnotized intentionally
Or existing with other such things
No matter insignificant
Testing the limits we prepare
Some sparks are meant to be left alone
Only to witness for the acknowledging
Foothold near another foothold
Spaceships swirling when a ride is chosen
On an outer limb another version
Climbing with split rope
Smells of kerosene
Ready to set a fire
On every corner in every place called home
As it will always be the place we find ourselves
Spoken and spoken until sound dissipates
Further away to find another
We are one in this truth
Hearing differently the same sound
Loud or quiet
A message in the synchronicity
When it clears theres a pace that changes
From hurried to existing
Vapors forming places to fall back
Trusting wing
Footsteps in the dying leaves
Larger hands grab the history
Placing the center in the same circle
Just a different angle
Learning continuance
Pacts impossible to break in the agreement
To live
As it will be
Hazy Acres 
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