its now in these precious times
listen i to my inner sound like chimes
letting me drift into a distinctive
different sort of place
in my own core
at sensual peace
to wholly embrace
a beautifully atuned becoming
not lost in space
energies from infinite sources
varieties of colorful sounds
feelings with intimate bliss
psychedelic pressurized intensities
electromagnetically held in union
a playfully pushing and pulling liquid
not unlike quicksilver
a central black spot or dot
moving through it at my will
the round black growing smaller
disappearing into oblivion
following an explosion
richer velocities of creativity
expanding meaningfully fulfilling
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Author:
onepauly (
Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2017 18:27
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Comments1
Thats deep, great work, i enjoyed it.
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