The collapsing of thought,
A mighty rain...
A storm within,
A storm outside.
The waves slosh,
Pulling us heter...
& skether.
But changing beyond,
Like the sand dunes
In a collective.
Adapting to the
Process...
Burning ourselves
To attain...
Wht we always desire.
But the waves collapse,
Revealing to us a reality...
Unimagined.
Thus it is,
& hence it shalth
Be.
Fusion
Rúcina sanwe,
Eä ráva alta...
Sahtië mi hroa,
Sahtië mi ambar.
Lúnë lanta,
Nai-hiryala...
Ar nai-hastala.
Hrestalea lávalmë,
Ve hrestale norno
Mi omentië.
Vánielmë
Tenna i
Carmë...
Naicilvë
An carë...
I nai-melinmë.
Mal lúnë rúcina,
Cenilvë i ambar...
Ú-hlárë.
Tenna ná,
Ar tenna nauva.
End
Subject: This poetry details in how our subjective experiences and choices shape our objective reality.
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