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 enough to feel the last hard lie left inside
Sliced to the chord, shattered and bent, finally
Closure; complete
Beyond that, we are here -
How is this precious TimeSeed spent?
This block dissolves as the patterns ease
Chain synch links form in the swaying breeze
The dollar per hour is fading
Squeezed out of cognessence
Refreshment gazed in upon a tangile self sustanence
Soul Truth is nigh
spreading, flowing, showing, knowing
This web is growing
Dive in, softened to spiders kiss
Renounce attachment to what was in auld
This starsprout begins something wholly
New