Meta-mythical what I seem to write writes me into existence This current incarnate sense- Slow to breathe a tickled patterned lens ~ Spark; to subtle filter gaze causes oscillation association Softened

Still Hope Image Credits Nothing left to pull from I think my irises have drained The original blue color Has begun to fade That mysteriously dark black Has turned to a dull grey My eye sight is starting

THANK YOU I begin with Gratitude; for the real rawness of shared collective experience; consciousness relating to source-self in all the variety we have as humans. Once we get past the -judgement-, within