vagabond poetry
ILLUSION of the time passing by a new conception of reality as an infinite river that eternally flows forth from the heart of creation a cosmic celebration with reverence to the medium we, as human beings, use to communicate of course, I refer to words and the soft sincere structure of sound TAP INTO THE VEIN OF SECRET CREATION Uncover the forgotten stream ANCIENT ECHO that gives birth to this particular form of thought FROM THE WOMB OF EARTH LIFE SENTIENT CONFUSION Comes the revelation muse seeker’s Magick flow etched in ink To be forever catalogued in the halls of history And the TOWERS OF TIME Branded forever in a greater reality That we, as organic compound…
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