Raging.
It’s this landscape I can’t stand.
You tried fame,
fortune,
and bizarre practices
to escape
from the shadows
you later discovered
were all yours
no matter how hard
you wished them vanished,
and erased.
Keep practicing!
The familiar voice,
repeats itself
I reject the message.
It regurgitates
with nonchalance
expecting the physical layer
to understand
and reverberate through
time and space.
Consistency,
discipline,
and spices of an ancient game
ignite the fire in my veins.
I get up.
Again.
And again.
Like a spiral
without a beginning
nor an end.
You thought it would be easy to navigate the pain!
I activate the next DNA strand
stabilizing the grid,
and creating new exit points
downloaded from the Eckoushic
and engraved in Earth’s plates.
Languages
are set to hold the frame,
constraining light,
sound,
and your eternal flame.
Remember why you came!
I lift my hands
trillions of cells vibrate.
No wires are required
to tap into the energy
that keeps the avatar
bathing in electromagnetic strains.
I’m here to facilitate
the healing
and help you
get home safe.
Pulsate!
Levitate!
Step up your game!
The original template
had a different set of codes
that my heart knows.
I lift you in tears
enabling you to see
the beauty,
the magic,
the mystic
that is part
of you and me.
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎
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