What We Will Miss With Our Eyes Open Blind – #524

As it was speaking 

Inside a space that is hidden

Inner me 

Inner I 

Inner 

Not to deal with it directly 

To sway around it 

Liquid as a river 

Bolder of life 

Souls that liter on you 

Living in their own village 

With walls

Shouting from behind 

As to believe 

Outside is the same inside 

Much to deliver 

As we discover 

An endless issue to fix 

Looking for the roots

As a root 

In a situaiton 

In a fiction 

Buried in the city 

On a street

Near a candles flame

Softly with furry 

A length that runs out 

Worlds move continually 

For no reason 

We are finishing another intention 

Way down deep in the plans 

Knowing without it 

There is nothing 

Yet its always a feeling 

Without understanding

Just is 

When we say everything else 

When we see 

Infinitely 

Build homes on the edge 

Send signals 

Send friends 

Send messages 

To believe in 

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