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11/7 (original poetry)


8 months agoBusy

It's been a while since I felt inspired to write anything, I guess the muse has been MIA, but for whatever reason I started playing around with some words today and bouncing them around in my head and this came out. Then I decided to play around and make a deep dream image to go with it and I figured I might as well share it. It is what it is. Much love.


existence is perpetual motion
steady going nowhere like the ocean

ripples coalesce and give birth to waves
scheming to control how the flow behaves

there is no fighting the pull of the tide
total communion each drop must abide

endless churning in every direction
as the heavens rain down resurrection

self and other, reflections of the soul
one only exists as part of the whole


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