The pulse beneath my feet.It wells like a tide, fills my soul, surges in unknown directions, turning me, turning me. I’m nebulous like that. I suspect to let go is to lose this self. This self that is speaking. This reference to another me. Link up, this is you speaking in another unknown voice. What else can I say?- I’m you. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. There is someone speaking in your sleep. Perhaps a song for two. I’m shaking in your breath. I have found you. Silence is sacred, I have not idea whether Ive lost my mind or have found it. Close your window.I do, certain though I have closed it tight.No, its still open.But it isnt my heart, it is the voice of another, yet from outside of me. Not within but from outside of me.In rhythms, when I am in rhythm I hear voice in everything. A voice which I cannot separate whether is my own or. If I listen there in the echo of the sound of everything. There is the voice of the souls. I swam into your eye like a swan.Wow the droplets are tricking like the sound of a clocking echoing the whole of eternity.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 19:45:08 +0000
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